Sabrina completely lost control of her expression at that moment!
Rage erupted inside her. Her charming almond-shaped eyes widened abruptly, a murderous aura radiating from them.
This scoundrel!
After all these years traveling the world, I've never suffered such a humiliating defeat!
You've groped my thighs, fondled my backside, violated my chest, and stolen my first kiss. Now, not only can I not use any Pupil Arts on you, but you still have the audacity to demand...
Sabrina's blood boiled as she channeled her Zhen Qi. Her first instinct was to strike Fyren dead with a single palm.
But just for a moment. She suddenly noticed Fyren seemed to sense the danger—his muscles tensed, his entire body coiled like a spring. She could feel the surging Zhen Qi within him, ready to fight her to the death at any second.
Sabrina immediately withdrew her Zhen Qi and instead playfully thumped Fyren's chest.
"Fyren! You're insufferable! I'm not that kind of woman!"
"Oh, really?" Fyren's Zhen Qi gradually eased. "If that's the case, there's nothing more to discuss. You can leave now."
Sabrina was nearly driven mad with fury.
If she could kill him with a single slap, she wouldn't hesitate for even a second.
At that moment, Sabrina swore a silent vow:
One day, without fail, I will kill him.
When the young lord seizes all of the Zhang family's assets, I will strike him down—I must!
And it must be by my own hand!
Otherwise, the humiliation she had endured at his hands would haunt her for the rest of her life.
Sabrina couldn't understand—why hadn't the scent worked?
And as for Pupil Arts, this bastard wouldn't even look at her, as if he knew meeting her gaze would trap him.
Why!?
Normally, Sabrina could hear Fyren's inner thoughts.
But when facing her, Fyren didn't let his mind wander, let alone indulge in the kind of lustful fantasies he entertained with Xena and Eliza.
Instead, a song played relentlessly in his mind:
[Needless to say I'm keeping her in check
She was all bad-bad nevertheless
Callin' it quits now baby I'm a wreck
Crash at my place baby you're a wreck…]
It only poured oil on the flames of her fury.
Sabrina was human. A woman. A beautiful woman. A woman who had never been wronged by a man like this!
This was the greatest defeat of Sabrina's life!
This was Sabrina's Waterloo!
This was Sabrina's Battle of Gaixia...
It was too humiliating.
The shame, the crushing sense of defeat—it made her tremble with rage.
Fyren shoved her away. "Tch! This is no good, that's no good. Hakan just keeps screwing me over, trying to swap secretaries! My Chloe can do anything—sing, play instruments, whatever. This one's useless. What's the point... Go on, get out of here. Go back to your Hakan."
Sabrina was almost driven mad.
She forced a quick smile and said, "Fyren, don't be angry. She's just a girl—she's shy."
Fyren, playing the part of an arrogant playboy to perfection, scoffed. "I've been with women since high school. Never bothered with the shy ones. What a letdown!"
Sabrina suppressed her rage. "Oh, come now. A big man like you, really upset with me? How about this—let's share a drink first, warm up to each other!"
She walked to the wine cabinet, gripping it with one hand, her fury so intense it made her dizzy.
Her head buzzed.
It seems I'll have to show him real skill—make him understand exactly what we're capable of!
Gritting her teeth, she took out the finest bottle of wine and two glasses, returning with a practiced smile. She poured two glasses—and, of course, discreetly slipped a drug into Fyren's.
A drop of "Red."
Colorless. Odorless. Dissolved seamlessly into any liquid.
One sip, and the drinker would lose all control—mind clouded, consumed by lust.
There's no way he can resist this!
She handed Fyren his glass, but he still refused to meet her eyes.
Sabrina smiled sweetly. "Fyren, don't be cross. I'm sorry, alright? How about a toast?"
This kind of game was old hat to Fyren—he was long since bored with it.
He smirked faintly, about to drink, when suddenly he said, "Let's play a game."
"What game?"
"You feed me your wine. I'll feed you mine. You won't refuse me now, will you?"
Sabrina froze.
A thousand thoughts stormed through her mind.
Why!?
Why does this man see through every move I make!?
Why do all his absurd demands seem tailor-made to counter me!?
Does he know everything—about me, my sect!?
How else could it be such a perfect counter!?
She kept her smile steady. "Of course. If Fyren has a request, how could I refuse?"
As she spoke, she subtly added another drop of Red to both glasses.
I can detoxify myself. But can you?
No matter which one you drink—once it's in you, you'll be my puppet!
My servant. My plaything. My slave!
Sabrina downed Fyren's glass in one go, then turned it upside down with a coquettish smile. "See, Fyren? I drank it all."
"Hmm. Now finish this one too."
Sabrina was at her breaking point.
"Fyren, you're cheating! You promised to drink with me!"
"I wasn't being coy. You drank yours. Consider this my punishment. Finish it, and we'll go inside... to do what needs doing."
Sabrina glanced toward the room. Sure enough, the door to the rest suite stood open—a large bed waiting inside.
Fine!
I'll deal with you on that bed. I refuse to believe I can't handle you today!
She drained both glasses. "Fyren, carry me to the room!"
Fyren strode forward without hesitation.
Sabrina rolled her eyes and had no choice but to walk in like a piece of merchandise.
As soon as they entered, Fyren issued a cold command: "Turn around."
"Huh?"
"Turn around."
"Why, Fyren?"
Sabrina turned around, and Fyren placed an eye mask over her eyes from behind.
"Hmm, that's much better."
Sabrina was on the verge of breaking down.
Truly on the verge of breaking down.
What's going on!? I'm not wearing my glasses anymore, and now you've covered my eyes. How am I supposed to perform the Colorful Joy-Flower Pupils like this!?
What kind of situation is this!
Fyren said, "Get on the bed, lie down, and spread your limbs."
"Fyren, what's this for?"
"Oh, nothing much. My preferences are a bit different from most people. I like to tie a girl's hands and feet to the four bedposts before having my fun. Don't worry, I'll be very gentle."
Sabrina yanked off her mask and turned her head. She saw Fyren had put his sunglasses back on and was looking at her with a smug smile.
Sabrina stared at Fyren's smile, feeling as if her heart had frozen solid.
He's definitely doing this on purpose!
This guy knows all my tricks! But why? He's just a spoiled rich kid who's lived his entire life in the city - making money, growing up, dating. He should be the typical shallow playboy with nothing but thoughts of money, stocking-clad legs, and self-righteous superiority in his mind!
How could he possibly know about my background!?
At this point, if all this is just coincidence, it's simply too much of a coincidence, isn't it?
Fyren had already turned to walk out, saying, "Forget it, forget it. This isn't fun. You can leave now. Send Chloe in for me. My Chloe is much more entertaining."
Sabrina forced a smile and said calmly, "Since Fyren doesn't like Sabrina, Sabrina won't stay here to ruin Fyren's mood."
Sabrina walked to the door and glanced back one last time. Fyren was looking out the window, paying her no attention whatsoever.
This scene burned itself into Sabrina's mind.
Fyren, dressed in his immaculate suit, stood tall by the floor-to-ceiling window, completely ignoring her, calmly observing the skyscrapers and bustling traffic outside, as motionless as a statue.
Sabrina was so furious that tears welled up. She wiped them away and turned to leave...
Fyren watched her departure in the window's reflection and finally let out a sigh of relief.
Damn it, that girl is way too dangerous.
Thank goodness I stayed alert enough to avoid her traps.
Fyren chuckled and pulled out two earplugs from his nostrils - the kind meant for sleeping.
But Fyren knew every inch of Sabrina was dangerous. Even a single whiff of her scent could have disastrous consequences.
Her eyes were even more perilous. One glance and you'd end up like Hakan.
As for the drink she poured? That was the most dangerous of all.
You can't look at her. You can't smell her. Would you dare to consume anything she gives you? Let it enter your stomach!?
Do I look like some kind of amateur!?
Fyren sat in his chair, feeling smug. Not only had he avoided her trap, but... hehehe, who would've thought? Her figure was truly exceptional, and her skin felt amazing! Only a complete fool would pass up such an opportunity. Oh, how he regretted not touching her longer. No, no, no - it was safer to minimize contact with someone like her.
Suddenly, Fyren sensed something amiss. He sniffed the air and caught a lingering fragrance - undoubtedly Sabrina's. Damn, this woman's scent was... remarkably delicate. Even after all this time, it still hung in the air...
Oh no!
Fyren's heartbeat accelerated violently. His body grew feverish, his mouth parched, his thoughts clouding. He checked his pulse - definitely abnormal, though he couldn't pinpoint exactly why.
Shit! After all that nose-holding, I still fell for it!?
Staggering into the bathroom, Fyren splashed cold water on his face repeatedly, but it did nothing. The restless heat in his chest grew increasingly difficult to suppress.
Just then, Chloe pushed the door open: "Fyren, Hakan and Miss Sabrina have left. They both seemed quite upset. Fyren?"
She entered the bathroom: "Fyren! What's wrong with you!?"
Fyren turned, water dripping from his face as he gasped for air. The sight of beautiful, sexy Chloe only intensified his agitation.
"Get out!"
"Fyren, are you ill? Should I call a doctor?"
"Call one... I've been poisoned!"
Chloe panicked: "Poisoned!? What kind of poison?"
Fyren could barely process her words. Fighting to maintain consciousness, he growled: "Not your concern. Leave!"
Instead of obeying, Chloe rushed closer, supporting him: "Oh God, Fyren! You're burning up! I'm calling a doctor!"
Fyren suddenly collapsed onto Chloe. She shrieked in terror as they tumbled to the floor, staring up at him in horror.
Fyren shook his head violently. Hold on, he commanded himself, or something terrible will happen!
His labored breathing sent sweat droplets falling onto Chloe's face and chest...
"Go," Fyren rasped hoarsely. "Call Eason. Get me... two women. Now!"