Chapter 91 Poison, Performance, and Pretending
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Morgan froze for three or four seconds, face twisting green. Then he snapped up Yunice’s chin and growled, “Are you out of your damn mind?”
But looking at her blank, dopey expression, the vicious glint in his eyes faded. His usual arrogant, lazy energy took over again.
He let go of her chin, dropped the leg that had been propped on the bed, and with a click, folded the spring–loaded knife and tossed it onto the tray with a loud clack.
Hands in his pockets, he issued a command like a king, Didn’t they say you’re good with medicine? Make me something. Or I’ll carve up that face.”
Yunice sat up straight. “What kind of medicine?”
Morgan leaned in, curling his lip like a snake preparing to strike, grinning with sick amusement. “The kind that makes women scream and men… excited. You get it.”
The way he said it left no room for confusion. And whether the dummy in front of him could pick up on it
that was his twisted entertainment.
Yunice hesitated, then gave him a frightened glance. She slipped off the bed barefoot, went to Joe’s medicine cabinet, sniffed a few vials, and carefully ground some powders together.
She wrapped it in a piece of paper and cautiously handed it to him.
Morgan snatched it with a smirk, eyeing her timid posture. “Coward,” he muttered.
Wyatt really was pathetic–letting himself get blackmailed into marrying this thing.
The more Morgan thought about it, the angrier he got. Without warning, he grabbed Yunice by the chin again and forced the powder into her mouth.”
As she choked and coughed violently, he laughed darkly. “Perfect. You can test it first. If it doesn’t work- test it first. If it doesn’t work— just wait and see what I’ll do to you.”
He let go.
Yunice’s knees gave out. She collapsed to the floor, cheeks flushed, eyes hazy, her breath growing shallow
and warm.
Footsteps approached outside. Morgan chuckled and turned to leave.
Wyatt opened the door just in time to see Yunice crumpled on the floor.
He scarmed the room quickly–only she was there. His brow furrowed as he rushed in and bent down to help her. “What happened?”
Yunice looked up at him, eyes wet, dark, glistening with desire. She stared at him without blinking.
Wyatt paused, and Yunice took the opportunity to loop her arms around his neck. She leaned in, her breath hot on his car.
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Chapter 91 Poison, Performance, and Pretending
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