Chloe Grant felt slightly familiar.
Originally chatting with Zoe Graham, she found she couldn’t continue, her ears burning, only able to see Zoe’s lips move, but couldn’t make out the words, what was Zoe saying?
Only felt a fire burning in her chest...
In her mind, naturally appeared the memory from a month ago, in Lucas Morgan’s room, in the darkness, entangled with that person... that heat, that frenzy... seemed to surge in her mind all at once.
Next to her, Mason Woods watched Chloe Grant’s change, unable to hide the light in his eyes.
He even deliberately used his left hand to pick up the ice-filled drink glass, placing it against his lips, pretending to take a sip, then put the glass down.
His hand naturally moved to his thigh under the table, slowly moving to Chloe Grant’s thigh...
Chloe Grant’s entire body trembled at Mason Woods’ touch.
That strange sensation, wave after wave, made her feel dizzy.
Chloe Grant looked at Mason Woods, and he smiled at her...
She only felt disgusted!
She struggled slightly to get away...
Chloe Grant wasn’t trying this for the first time, so she had some awareness of it, and could guess, she just couldn’t understand, why would Ava Woods do this?
Weren’t they always very good friends!
Chloe Grant didn’t dare to think further at this moment, she clearly knew how terrifying this drug was, capable of destroying all rationality, turning someone into an animal that only seeks to fulfill desire.
Without thinking, she fumbled for her phone in her pocket, pressing randomly...
Royal Hotel top floor.
Matthew Morgan sat on the sofa, flipping through the documents in his hand.
Opposite him was an older man, who said, "Matthew, this is the profit situation of Morgan Group’s subsidiary in Country C for this year. It’s hard for you to come personally to find me, this old man."
Even though the man said this, his attitude carried a sense of condescension.
Matthew Morgan replied politely, "Not at all. Uncle Todd, when you followed my father, I was still a child. This is expected."
He spoke modestly, making it hard to find fault.
His eyes quickly scanned the data on the contract, his lips carrying a faint mocking curve.
This old man, indeed, blatantly greedy.
Simultaneously, Matthew Morgan’s phone rang.
He wasn’t one to check his phone during work, but... this ringtone was specially set for Chloe Grant.
Matthew Morgan directly closed the file, tossed it on the sofa, took out his phone, and answered it, "What’s wrong?"
As soon as he spoke, within seconds, Matthew Morgan’s expression turned grim!
He said nothing, holding the phone, got up from the sofa, and headed straight out.
"Matthew, where are you going? You haven’t finished looking at this..." Uncle Todd hurriedly stood up, grabbing Matthew Morgan’s arm, trying to stop him from leaving, "Your uncle is flying tonight, and later, I still have other project plans to discuss with you."
"Next time." Matthew Morgan covered the phone, dropped a sentence.
Uncle Todd wouldn’t relent, "Matthew, this is not right, how can you be so careless with work matters! Especially since I’m flying tonight, you can’t..."
Listening to the noise in the phone speaker, Matthew Morgan frowned deeply.
Covering the phone, he said extremely impatiently, "Before you leave, you’d better redo the accounts for me to see. If it looks the same, I’ll consider replacing you."
Shaking off his hand, Matthew Morgan directly left.