Chapter 2 Please, Be My Antidote

The man's eyebrows furrowed.

Wang, on the other hand, was gulping down his saliva.

The man before him was imposing, but the petite beauty Victoria was simply too enticing.

Moreover, as a prosperous individual, how could he, the renowned Wang, lose face in front of a stranger?

He strained his neck and nervously shouted at the man, "I paid a small fortune for this woman tonight. You can ask her parents if you don't believe me, I paid a hefty price…"

Before Wang could finish, the man cut him off icily, "According to International law Article 371, human trafficking is illegal. Once the crime is established, the perpetrator can be sentenced to more than fifty years in prison."

"Fuck off!" Wang cursed loudly, "Who do you think you are, the police?"

With that said, he rose his fist and swung it at the man.

Facing the raging Wang, the man casually raised his hand, grabbing hold of Wang's fist. With a slight twist of his wrist, a pig-like squeal echoed in the corridor.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! My wrist is broken!"

The man smirked disdainfully. He barely exerted any effort, yet Wang's wrist was severely swollen. With a nudge, Wang stumbled to the ground.

"Correct, I am a cop."

Leaving the impactful statement behind, the man picked up Victoria and strode away down the corridor.

Approaching a Presidential Suite at the end of the corridor, the man swiped open the door.

With Victoria in his strong arms, he set her down on the couch and dialed a number.

"Hello, Little Luo? I'm at the hotel. Send me the most effective antidote for an anesthetic, and hurry up." He commanded with a firm voice.

"Yes, Boss," the man called Little Luo promptly responded over the phone, "Boss, are you rescuing a damsel in distress?"

The man didn't respond to his subordinate's playful question and hung up decisively.

On the other end, Little Luo also ended the call.

At this moment, Victoria was lying on the leather sofa, feeling as if she was thrown into an incinerator, about to be burned to ashes.

"Hot, hot…" she mumbled unconsciously, tugging at her dress.

A large hand pressed down her restless hand, and the man's cold voice echoed in front of her, "Hold on a little longer. The antidote will be here soon."

Such a young and fragile girl had been drugged and sold off to such a despicable man. When he thought of this, the man's fists tightened.

Suddenly, Victoria's soft hand grabbed his clenched fist.

"Antidote, antidote…" She shook her head anxiously, seeking his help, "Please... save me…"

The man calmly removed her hand, "I've already saved you. You just need to hold on a little longer."

But Victoria's fingers immediately wrapped around his hand again. Her face flushed, her eyes a pool of turbulent water, she clung onto him desperately, "I'm burning, I'm so hot…"

The man hesitated. This time, he didn't push her away. Instead, he just took her other hand that was tugging at her dress.

"I'll take you for a cold shower."

Picking Victoria up, she clung to him tightly, treating him as her only lifeline. The man momentarily faltered at her intense warmth. An unfamiliar feeling rose in his heart.

However, after the momentary lapse, he regained his composure.

As someone specially trained, he wouldn't allow any woman to distract him.

Cold water showered down from above, soaking Victoria's hair and clothes. However, the brief relief from the coolness did nothing to lessen the flush on her face.

If anything, the contrast with the cool water seemed to make her even more agitated and in pain than before.

"Save me… save me…" Victoria, no longer in her right mind, clung desperately to the man's muscular frame. With no experience in this matter, she didn't understand what was happening to her. She was simply seeking relief instinctively.

The man's usually deep eyes grew darker.

Damn!

He cursed inwardly. What on earth was Little Luo playing at, he still hadn't delivered the antidote.

His gaze fell on Victoria and quickly shifted away.

For over twenty years, he had never really looked at a woman. To him, the differences between men and women were merely physical structure, functions, and roles. Sex was just a deception for the sake of procreation.

Even just moments ago, this young lady in his eyes was no different from any other ordinary person. She was merely a weak individual who had been framed and needed saving.

But now, for some reason, his heart stirred when he looked at her.

He tried his best not to look at her flush face, her clear but foggy eyes, her cherry lips parting as she panted. The way her body clung to his own, her slightly wet dress hugging her waist.

The man turned his head away and dialed Little Luo's number again. To his surprise, the phone was out of service.

This damn kid, he always scrambles around for the smallest tasks at ordinary times, but now that it's crucial, he disappears.

In his arms, Victoria was in such extreme discomfort, she started crying.

"It hurts so much, I'm going to die…" She tugged at her own clothes haphazardly, issuing her dying declaration, "When I die, please burn the advanced code-breaking course I haven't finished as an offering…"

Victoria was studying cryptography in university, she went to Paris for further research in the same field. Even on the brink of death, she was still thinking of furthering her studies. She was a certified overachiever.

Upon hearing her words, the man couldn't help but laugh.

When he laughed, it was as if a gentle breeze swept across his frosty face, thawing the coldness from his frosty features. His handsome features were like the land rejuvenated after a harsh winter.

Victoria was stunned.

The man in front of her was far more handsome than Wang!

Virtually without thinking, she reached out and touched his face. In the moment that the man faltered, she rose on her toes and kissed his alluring lips.

The man was taken aback, a frown creasing his forehead.

The girl's lips seemed to have a magical power, striking his heart hard.

He immediately tried to push Victoria away.

But like a desperately ill patient finding the antidote, she clung to his neck and refused to let go.

"Don't let go of me!" she begged loudly, unsure of what she was even saying, "Hold me tight; please hold me tight…"

The man forcefully pushed her away: "You've been drugged!"

She had been drugged, and the dosage was incredibly high.

He is a gentleman and would never take advantage of someone in distress.