In Sierra Vincent's view.

Her father, Shane Vincent, had come to repent.

Holding the bottle of orange juice, Sierra Vincent was still wondering if she had been too harsh on her father all these years.

After all, he had just gone through the death of her mother, which, in truth, was caused by herself. It's normal for him to loathe her after that.

But she didn't know.

As Shane Vincent got into the car and drove off, an insidious smile appeared on his face.

Perhaps in his view.

Emotions in this world were cheap.

Only power was real.

"It's all done. You should be able to get in in half an hour."

He spoke into the phone.

On the other end, Adair Meyer was sitting in a car right across the street from the motorcycle shop.

He had clearly seen everything that just happened.

"What if she doesn't drink it?"

Adair Meyer asked with some concern.

Shane Vincent said, "Don't worry, she will drink it."

"How do you know? She obviously threw it away."

"Because she's my daughter. No one in this world understands her better than I do."

With that, the call was hung up.

It was noon.

The staff had gone back for lunch.

The only person left in the lobby of the motorcycle shop was Sierra Vincent.

She looked at the orange juice on the table and finally couldn't resist the lure of familial affection.

She unscrewed the cap.

Took a slight sip.

It seemed to have a strange taste.

But after all, it was freshly squeezed by her father. She still took a big gulp.

"Should I forgive him?"

Sierra Vincent muttered.

Suddenly, a strange feeling surged up.

For some reason, she felt dizzy, like she was drunk.

Could it be that she'd been sitting for too long?

She wanted to stand up and get some air by the door but staggered and fell back onto the chair when she got up abruptly.

What's happening?

She knocked her head with her hand.

The sound of a shutter door echoed in her ears.

Looking up, she saw Adair Meyer appear in front of her at some unknown time.

"Who let you in? Get out!"

Seeing Adair Meyer made Sierra Vincent furious, and she yelled at him.

Adair Meyer didn't listen. Instead, he walked in leisurely, pulled a chair, and sat down opposite Sierra Vincent.

"I told you to get out!"

Sierra Vincent wanted to grab the wrench on the table and throw it at Adair Meyer, but when she reached for it, she found her arm powerless.

Adair Meyer still wore a cunning smile.

He said, "Looks like the drug effect is kicking in. This drug, which I got from abroad, is quite expensive. First, you'll feel dizzy and powerless, but you'll be fully conscious the whole time. Then a spark will ignite inside you, and your limbs will act on their own desires. By that time, you'll only have one thought: to find a man to free yourself. And whatever the man asks you to do, you'll do. So, is your body starting to heat up?"

"A drug? When did you drug me?"

Sierra Vincent clearly felt an odd sensation rising.

Adair Meyer lit a cigarette, crossed his legs, and shook his head, "I didn't drug you. It was in there."

He pointed to the bottle of orange juice.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

Sierra Vincent exclaimed.

Adair Meyer smiled slightly and said, "Impossible? What's impossible about it? Your father would do anything to get promoted. He's already given you to me, so what else is impossible?"

"You're lying to me!"

Sierra Vincent shouted with all her strength.

She wanted to stand up and pounce on Adair Meyer.

But her limbs were too weak, and she couldn't control her body at all.

Perhaps it was the grief in her heart, or maybe the drug was starting to show its power.

Her face began to flush.

Seeing this, Adair Meyer said, "The second stage has begun."

As soon as the words left his mouth.

Sierra Vincent's hand reached inside her collar.

And started to rub her own breasts vigorously.

She could clearly feel her nipples starting to swell, and the two little nubs on top had become firm.

Her lips involuntarily pressed together, and her tongue moved uncontrollably, as if she were very thirsty.

She looked incredibly tempting like that.

In such a scene.

Even Adair Meyer felt it.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

During the two hours of the drug's effect, he could do whatever he wanted with Sierra Vincent.

"Hot? If you're hot, take off your clothes."

He leered at Sierra Vincent.

In her mind, a thousand voices told her not to, but it seemed her brain had lost control over her limbs.

She propped herself up on the chair and stood.

She slowly unzipped her riding suit.

The bra covering her breasts appeared in front of Adair Meyer's eyes.

What a body.

Adair Meyer swallowed hard.

He continued, "Pants, don't keep the pants either, take them off."

Sierra Vincent was very obedient.

In front of Adair Meyer, she took off her tight riding pants.

Revealing even more enticing scenery.

Still only a palm-sized thong.

And where the thong couldn't cover was entirely bare, without a single hair.

"Tsk tsk tsk, people always say not to touch a white tiger*, but I think white tigers are more flavorful. It's worth dying for this pleasure, even if it means being struck by lightning today."

With such a beautiful scene.

Adair Meyer couldn't hold back anymore.

He stood up.

Unbuckled his belt with a flourish.

And after hurriedly taking off his pants.

He said to Sierra Vincent, "You little slut, last time you said you would blow Dirk Carter. If you hadn't humiliated me like that, you wouldn't be in this position today. How am I worse than Dirk Carter? Come on, get on your knees for me!"

Sierra Vincent was about to collapse.

She really didn't want to do this.

But her body behaved like a robot receiving commands.

Her legs went soft as she knelt down.

Adair Meyer was so pleased.

He couldn't help but laugh heartily.

Just as he was about to pull down his underwear to embrace the warmth, suddenly, someone patted him on the shoulder.

"Get lost, don't mess with me."

He was just one step away.

Adair Meyer couldn't care less.

But then, after his left shoulder was tapped, someone tapped on his right shoulder again.

"You're asking for it, aren't you? Don't you understand human language?"

Furious, Adair Meyer turned around abruptly, only to be faced with two identical beauties.

The beauty on the left had a cold expression, while the one on the right smiled warmly, as pleasant as a spring breeze.

"Who are you two?"

Adair Meyer asked warily.

"Handsome, do you want us sisters to play with you? We work here too."

The cold beauty asked.

"Handsome, seeing you look so charming, we couldn't help it. Why don't we both give you a blow?"

This time it was the smiling beauty who spoke.

Such good fortune?

Adair Meyer, led by the lust in his head, couldn't resist. He grinned sleazily and said, "Both of you as well, who could say no to such beauties?"

With that.

He took off his underwear and pushed forward, as if he were flaunting his prowess.

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(*Note: "White tiger" is a Chinese slang term referring to a woman who has little or no pubic hair.)

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