Chapter 385

The sound of a shattering wine bottle pierced the air in the nightclub's private room. "Stay away!" Judy circled the table, dodging Horace's advances, but her head was growing increasingly dizzy. There was something wrong with that drink. She hadn't expected that even the drink poured in front of her could be tampered with. "Stop struggling, it's useless. You'll lose all your strength soon enough. Submission would be much easier," Horace said as he took off his jacket and reached out his large hand toward her. Judy's vision blurred, and she no longer had the strength to resist. She collapsed onto the carpet. Through her fuzzy consciousness, she saw Horace drag her to the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt, leering with the same greasy and lecherous expression from six years ago. Judy cursed in despair, "Go to hell!" "It was Clark who delivered you to my bed back then. If anyone is going to hell, it's him," Horace said. He ripped her jacket from her shoulders, his looming figure qu