Veronica’s lips curved slightly. She wasn’t surprised by Zac’s words. “I came here today to ask about my two children. If you don’t want to tell me, then forget it.”
She paused for a few seconds. “As for cooperation, do you really think I would work with someone who killed my husband?”
Only a fool would willingly engage in such a dangerous alliance. Veronica couldn’t understand why Zac believed she was foolish enough to think they could work together.
Zac maintained his composure and swirled the red wine in his glass. His azure eyes fixated on the swirling crimson liquid, completely ignoring Veronica. It seemed that he was confident in the matter of cooperation.
Seeing that he had no intention of responding, Veronica rose to leave. However, as she attempted to stand, her vision darkened. She collapsed back on the sofa, feeling utterly weak.
In an instant, Veronica felt completely powerless, unable to exert any strength. Even sitting up became a challenge for her. “What… What did you do to me?”
Her eyes flared with anger at Zac, demanding an explanation. She struggled to muster her energy, and her voice came out as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.
“Your cleverness has outwitted you.” Zac laughed and reclined. “Knowing how clever you are, I had a special incense burned, one that’s both colorless and odorless.”
He raised his hand slightly, wiggling the stemmed glass, gesturing to Veronica. “Here, the wine is the antidote. I gave you a chance, but you didn’t cherish it.”
Zac placed the antidote in the wine and poured it for Veronica. Yet, he was confident that she, with her cautious nature, would never drink it. As expected, everything went as planned.
Veronica’s gaze fixated on Zac, then shifted to the glass of wine on the table. She strained to raise her hand to grab it, but no matter how hard she tried, her hand wouldn’t budge. That sense of powerlessness was akin to struggling in a nightmare where efforts were futile.
“The… The bodyguard is at the door, Zac… I advise you not to bring trouble to yourself,” she warned him. “That foolish bodyguard? I’ve had him taken away using a diversionary tactic. I suppose he won’t live past tonight.”
Zac raised his glass of wine as he spoke and drank it all. He slammed the glass heavily on the table, then ran his hand through his golden hair with a wicked smile. He rose from the seat, moved toward Veronica, lifted her off the sofa, and headed toward the bedroom.
The overwhelming smell of alcohol assaulted her senses as she neared him, making her feel nauseous. Veronica desperately attempted to escape, but her body was limp. She was akin to a sacrificial lamb, powerless to resist.
That feeling was truly devastating and maddening. All she could do was silently pray for Matthew to return quickly.
Entering the bedroom, she was placed on the bed, and there was a tripod next to the bed with a camera on it. It was the same scheme as before. Veronica had no idea how many women Zac had used this crude tactic on, but she sincerely wished for Zac’s downfall.
Seated at the bedside, he reached out and pinched Veronica’s cheeks, leaning in close, and sniffed near her neck. “Such nice smell. You’re nothing like Tiffany, who’s been passed around by countless men.”
He brushed his thumb lightly against her chin. “Do you know how long I’ve been thinking about you?”
“Get lost, don’t touch me!”
Veronica tried to turn her head away, but she couldn’t muster any strength to break free from his grip. Her voice came out faint. “Aren’t you into men? Stay away from me.”
“Indeed, you really do understand me. I don’t rule out women either, though. Hahaha…”
