The waiter threw Yasmin Monty onto the large bed in the guest room, while Mark Reed sat on the nearby sofa, crossing his long legs, lighting a cigarette, and leisurely watching Yasmin Monty's drug effects kick in and reap what she sowed.
"Mr. Reed, Mr. Reed... I feel so hot... so hot... help me..."
Yasmin Monty called out while unbuttoning her blazer, revealing the lace camisole underneath and a large expanse of exposed skin.
Mark Reed's lips held an ambiguous smile as he intermittently smoked, watching Yasmin Monty's drug-induced performance with the mindset of enjoying a show.
He just wanted to teach her a lesson: to be kind and not plot against anyone!
"Mr. Reed..." Yasmin Monty fell off the bed, staggered, and lunged towards Mark Reed.
Mark Reed sidestepped to avoid her, and Yasmin Monty fell onto the sofa, turning back weakly, "Mr. Reed, I feel so uncomfortable... help me..."
