Chapter 150

"Are you home?" Wilson's voice came through the phone, full of tension. But there was no reply from Liliana. Then—smack. The phone hit the floor hard, and the call abruptly ended. Liliana's head was spinning. Her vision blurred as she stared at the woman slowly walking toward her. She barely knew this woman, had only met her a couple of days ago, yet the hate in that woman's eyes was bone-chilling. "Why are you doing this to me?" Liliana bit her lip, forcing out the question with whatever strength she had left. The woman's lips moved slightly as she leaned in and whispered by her ear, "Because you're clueless. Still haven't figured it out? I'm Marsha." Too bad Liliana never heard her. The drug was too strong, and in the next second, everything went black. When she came to, she was lying on a soft bed, clothes messy and wrinkled. Scarlet rose petals were scattered on white sheets. By the floor-to-ceiling window stood a man in a robe, slowly sipping red wine. Liliana's head throbbed like