Chapter 57 Drugged with an Aphrodisiac

Gang Rape?!

Valerie's eyes widened, and her gaze darted to the three men. Panic and fear gripped her, making it hard to breathe.

As the men approached, their lecherous grins made her stomach churn.

Pale-faced, Valerie scooted backward, trying to put as much distance between herself and them as possible.

But in the eyes of these people, her retreat was seen as a coquettish act of playing hard to get.

Their mocking laughter grew louder, but Valerie ignored it.

As she continued to back away, her mind raced, searching for a way out.

This abandoned factory was on the outskirts of town. Even if she managed to escape, how could she outrun a car and make it back to the city safely?

The sharp sound of a camera shutter snapped Valerie back to reality. She looked up to see Laura taking a photo of her.

Meeting Valerie's gaze, Laura waved her phone and sneered, "Don't worry, I'll capture your most beautiful moments!"

Valerie shook her head, trying to negotiate with Laura. "Let me go, and I'll make sure Howard signs that multi-billion dollar deal with you again..."

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" Laura rolled her eyes. "If I let you go, do you think Howard would ever let me off the hook?"

Tears streamed down Valerie's pale cheeks. She shook her head desperately, wanting to promise she wouldn't tell, but the words turned into helpless sobs.

Laura's eyes flashed with scorn.

She looked at Valerie through the camera lens, clicked her tongue in disdain, and then turned back to the car. Moments later, she returned and tossed something to the scar-faced man.

The scar-faced man looked at the aphrodisiac in his hand, eyes gleaming with excitement. "This is good stuff. Why didn't you bring it out earlier?"

"Shut up," Laura said with disgust. "Make sure she drinks it!"

Valerie's back pressed against the cold concrete floor, the gravel beneath her digging painfully into her skin.

The three men surrounded her like hyenas, their heavy breathing and malicious laughter filling her with terror. She trembled all over, too scared to even scream.

Laura looked down at the disheveled Valerie, a victorious smirk on her lips. "Mrs. Carter, guess what tomorrow's headline will be?" She aimed the camera at Valerie's torn neckline. "Carter Group CEO's wife caught in a compromising position at an abandoned factory. How's that for sensational?"

Valerie's temples throbbed, her heart pounded in her chest, and her palms were clammy with sweat. If these scumbags defiled her, her life would be ruined.

As the man with the drug-laced liquid approached, he grabbed Valerie's chin, forcing her head up. She shook her head and bit her lip hard, refusing to open her mouth.

"Damn it," the scar-faced man lost his patience and slapped Valerie hard across the face. "Bitch, drink it!"

The slap left Valerie's ears ringing.

Her mouth was violently pried open, and the liquid was poured down her throat. She tried to cough it out, but the man clamped her jaw shut.

When her mouth was finally released, Valerie bent over, desperately trying to expel the liquid from her throat.

Her face turned red from coughing, but she couldn't get any of it out. Laura and the others watched her struggle, laughing even harder.

"This is a special black market blend," Laura kicked the empty bottle aside. "In half an hour, you'll be begging these trash for more..."

The scar-faced man stared greedily into Valerie's eyes, licking his lips. "Those big, watery eyes are driving me crazy." His hand roamed her face, his laughter sickening.

Laura signaled one of the men to start filming. "Make sure you record everything. I want to see how she gets ruined."

"Don't worry, I'll get all the good shots," the man said with a lecherous grin, raising his phone.

Laura pulled out a wad of cash and tossed it to the scar-faced man. "Here's your advance. Bring me the 'finished product' later." She leaned down to Valerie and whispered, "Enjoy yourself!"

"No!" Valerie watched Laura walk away, sinking into despair.

The scar-faced man crouched down, his calloused hand slowly sliding up her leg, savoring the feel. "You're going to have a very unforgettable day..."

Suddenly, a loud bang came from the door. The scar-faced man froze for a moment, then angrily gritted his teeth and turned around, shouting, "Who the hell..."

The factory door burst open, a chill sweeping in.

Howard, in a black suit, sat in his wheelchair at the entrance. His eyes were cold and menacing, but when he saw Valerie on the ground, his icy demeanor shattered into panic and worry. "Valerie..."

Bodyguards quickly moved in, subduing the men in the factory with swift efficiency.

Joseph hurriedly picked Valerie up and brought her to Howard. Howard immediately took off his jacket and covered her, instructing Joseph to take her to the hospital.

For a moment, Howard almost stood up from his wheelchair in his urgency.

Joseph's reminder brought him back, and he suppressed his emotions to avoid exposing his vulnerability.

Once in the car, Howard noticed Valerie's flushed cheeks and labored breathing.

Instead of being angry or resistant, she clung to his chest, her hot breath seeping through his shirt, nearly driving him to the edge.

Valerie tilted her head towards Howard's neck, her body writhing as she whimpered about the heat.

Howard quickly realized what was happening and grabbed her wandering hand, his voice hoarse. "Valerie, hold on."

"I'm so hot..." Valerie whimpered, tears in her eyes, clutching Howard's collar. "Howard, I want..."

Howard could barely withstand Valerie's seductive pleas. Her tears soaked his shirt, and her soft, writhing body made his breathing heavy.

Joseph noticed Valerie's condition and spoke up. "Mr. Carter, it will take at least half an hour to get to the hospital..."

"Go back to the villa!" Howard's voice was low and commanding, leaving no room for argument.



Joseph immediately understood, quickly lowering the partition and stepping hard on the gas pedal.

The interior of the car darkened, the air thick with tension. Under the influence of the drug, Valerie couldn't control her desire. She straddled Howard's lap, her slender fingers cradling his chiseled jaw as she kissed his lips.

Howard's pupils contracted, and in an instant, he took control. His long fingers tangled in her hair, deepening the kiss.

In the midst of their passionate embrace, Valerie felt like she was drowning in a sea of desire. Soft moans escaped her lips, sounding especially alluring in the confined space.