<b>Chapter </b><b>284 </b><fnf0ad> Newest update provided by find?novel</fnf0ad>


    Noreen didn’t even have time to struggle before everything went dark and she passed out.


    Meanwhile-


    Bianca was racing over, phone pressed to her ear. She’d already called Healy and Jude; both promised to be there soon. And, of course, she hadn’t forgotten Seth.


    Seth was having dinner at the Harcourt family estate with Wade Harcourt that evening, so he and Bianca hadn’t gone together. But the moment Bianca called, he agreed without hesitation, saying he’de by as soon as dinner was over and that she should go ahead and have drinks with Jude


    and the others first.


    Just as Bianca was nearing the club, a text popped up from Lillian.


    [Can’t wait for the show to start!]


    Those few words sent a thrill of anticipation through Bianca.


    After sending her message, Lillian turned to herpanion, double–checking, “You’re sure there’s no problem?”


    “Absolutely. That’s imported stuff–hell, even a nun would turn wild after taking it.”


    Lillian believed him. Her friend had always been into these kinds of questionable things, and he’d


    used them to seduce more than a few women. Never once failed.


    Besides, tonight they’d given Noreen a double dose. Unless she dropped dead on the spot, there was no way she’d withstand it.


    “And don’t forget–record everything!” Lillian stressed. Noreen liked to use that apology video to threaten her, didn’t she? Well, two could y at that game. She’d have her own video this time, something to hold over Noreen’s head.


    If she ever got fed up or just wanted to vent, she could post the video online and ruin Noreen’s reputation for good. Just imagining Noreen, broken and begging at her feet, made Lillian’s heart race with satisfaction. It was time to finally pay her back for all the humiliation she’d suffered.


    “Everything’s arranged. Nothing will go wrong.”


    Her friend actually had other ns for Noreen–she was gorgeous, easily the most beautiful woman he’d ever had a shot at, and the temptation was eating away at him. But he knew how much Lillian despised Noreen, and saying anything would only risk her wrath. If he wanted to keep enjoying the perks of sticking close to Lillian, he’d have to keep his desires in check. At worst, he could always make a private copy of the video for his own enjoymentter.


    In the dim, stifling room, Noreen felt as though her body was on fire. Her mind and reason had abandoned her, leaving nothing but the drug–fueled urges coursing through her veins.


    She wed at her own clothes, throat parched and raw, every sound she madeing out as a hoarse rasp, more breath than voice. Each gasp felt like it tore at her lungs. Her entire body was


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    weak, and no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t lift herself from the bed.


    The door opened, then closed. Light flickered, then was swallowed by darkness again. Some sliver of awareness told her someone had entered.


    “Mr. Shaw?” Her voice was so rough it was barely recognizable.


    Under the drug’s influence, Noreen’s thoughts were a jumbled mess. She couldn’t remember how she’d ended up in this room, or what had happened. All she knew was the unbearable, itching agony, like thousands of ants crawling beneath her skin.


    A figure approached, a cool hand pressing gently to her forehead. The chill was a blessing, a shard of ice in her inferno.


    Noreen instinctively grabbed hold of that hand. “That feels so good…”


    But the relief was fleeting. A fresh wave of heat surged through her, more intense than thest, and she writhed helplessly, wing at her clothes as if peeling them away would save her from the mes.


    And then, miraculously, someone helped her. The suffocating cocoon of fabric was stripped away, the heat inside her dispersing just enough for a thin thread of rity to return.


    She managed to ask, her voice trembling, “Did Mr. Shaw send the male escort?”