Chapter 235:
The chaotic atmosphere simply mirrored her internal discord.
Just as her drinks arrived, an uninvited presence claimed the adjacent seat.
“Hey there! Are you alone, beautiful?” a stranger inquired with practiced casualness.
“Move,” Freya commanded, her voice deliberately cold.
“Don’t be so harsh. We’re all just here to enjoy ourselves. Let’s have a drink together.” The man edged closer, subtly slipping a substance into her drink with practiced stealth.
Freya had witnessed this maneuver countless times before.
Meanwhile, other men began to gather around her.
Freya’s striking beauty commanded attention, even in the dim lighting. Her composed demeanor, paired with innate elegance, made her an appealing target. She naturally avoided crowded environments and detested physical proximity to strangers.
Her choice of an exposed seating area instead of a secluded booth stemmed purely from her deteriorating mood and readiness to confront any trouble.
“You’re quite the character,” one remarked.
“I’ll cover your tab tonight,” another offered. “Order whatever you like, it’s on me,” a third chimed in.
One of them extended the contaminated drink toward her, his face arranged in a seemingly benevolent smile, as though genuine friendship motivated his actions.
Freya accepted the glass while the men exchanged knowing glances, silently congratulating themselves on their perceived victory.
Freya, however, had immediately detected their scheme. The coordinated efforts revealed their collective conspiracy with the man who had tampered with her drink.
M𝒪rє 𝒸ontєnt 𝓃𝒾𝓌: g𝒶l𝑛ovєls.𝓬○𝓶
“You should drink this yourselves,” Freya stated evenly, her tone unwavering.
The men hesitated, the pulsating music hampering their comprehension.
Before they could request clarification, Freya seized the face of the drink-bearer, forcibly parted his lips, and poured the tainted liquid down his throat.
The entire sequence unfolded with such rapidity that his companions stood momentarily paralyzed.
Freya’s gaze swept across them critically.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you spiked the drink?”
“Gee! So what if you know?” one blurted defensively.
“She made me drink it!” complained the unwitting victim.
“Isn’t it better this way? Later, we’ll send her to your bed to enjoy,” another suggested crudely.
“Miss, whether you know or not, the result is the same. Here, I call the shots,” boasted their apparent leader.
“Is that so?” Freya remained utterly composed.
“Are you going to come with us willingly, or do we have to carry you?” The instigator smirked confidently, dismissing Freya as merely another helpless woman. “If we carry you, you won’t feel so cold.”
“I’m not in a good mood today,” Freya replied, methodically wiping her hands with a paper napkin. Her fastidious action emphasized her perception of these men as contaminating elements. “If you apologize and turn yourselves in now, I might exercise leniency.”
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