As she lay her head on the sofa pillow after entering, she found herself even sleepier.
Muddled and about to fall asleep, the door of the lounge was pushed open, and a figure walked in.
The room was dark, with only the light from the ocean streaming in.
Unable to see the person’s face, Gina Sutton instinctively sensed danger.
She wanted to get up and run outside but found herself unable to muster any strength. Follow current novels on novel{f}ire.net
Her body felt weak and foreign to her; just as she tried to sit up, she collapsed back onto the sofa.
The tall man’s body pressed down on her; without saying a word, he began to undress her.
"Who are you?" Gina croaked.
The man ignored her, continuing his actions.
"Don’t touch me! You’re not qualified!" Gina raised her arm to slap him, trying to push him away, but she was powerless at this moment.
The man seemed provoked by her words, let out a cold laugh, and quickened his pace in disrobing her.
Gina became anxious and panicked, "Let go of me! Let go of me! Don’t touch me! If you touch me, you’ll regret it forever!"
The man pinning her down acted as if he couldn’t hear her, persistently doing what he intended.
The ship cabin remained bustling.
A group of young people gathered together, eating, drinking, laughing, and frolicking.
The cries for help from the lounge were particularly mournful but drowned out by the sea, unheard by anyone...
When Gina Sutton emerged from the lounge, it was already midnight.
The man had left before her.
Her skin was bruised and battered, covered with conspicuous and hideous marks.
Several classmates who hadn’t left the ship were stunned to see her disheveled attire and messy hair.
Gina scanned the group coldly, steadied her expression, reclaimed her pride, and left the scene with her head held high.
Sitting in her car, she didn’t start the engine but calmly reflected on the night’s events.
This time, the drug’s effects distinctly resembled ones she had brought.
The juice she drank also resembled the one meant for Summer Sutton.
Summer didn’t drink it; it somehow ended up with her.
Was tonight’s setup orchestrated by Summer Sutton deliberately?
She intended to harm me!
Besides her, Gina had no other enemies.
Everything that happened tonight was solely Summer Sutton’s doing!
It was all Summer Sutton’s fault; she caused me such disgrace, let someone defile me!
Even if she didn’t directly do it, she cannot absolve herself from responsibility!
The more Gina thought, the deeper her hatred grew.
Her mind clouded with fury, eyes veiled with murderous rage.
Summer Sutton, just you wait!
Sooner or later, all the pain I suffered tonight will be avenged upon you!
Summer Sutton arrived at school a bit early the next day.
Upon arrival, she happened to run into Gina Sutton.
Gina shot her a cold glance, with hatred in her eyes, not bothering to hide it this time.
Summer Sutton stood stunned under her gaze, following her into school, her thoughts drifting back to last night’s events as she watched her walk away.
Did she drink last night’s juice?
But Summer clearly left it in the corner.
Not in the self-serve area, who would mindlessly drink from a glass unsure if anyone else had tasted?
Summer contemplated, considering it more likely that the cup was discarded by a server.
Moreover, she didn’t know if the juice was tampered with.
After a day of classes, she finished early and decided not to have Adrian Walyon pick her up; she went to his company to wait for him.