Chapter 103 You Are Acting Strange
Lark glanced at her with contempt and was about to leave in her wheelchair when her body suddenly went numb.
All her strength seemed to be drained away instantly. Lark sat rigidly in the wheelchair, unable to move at all.
"What's happening?" Lark panicked immediately.
The next second, she saw Harriet prop herself up and slowly get out of bed, walking toward her.
"You..." Lark's eyes widened, "How can you move?"
Harriet wiped the tears from her face. "During that year in prison, I kept reflecting on myself—why, even though your acting was so terrible, I still got framed by you so easily. You were right, it's because I was stupid."
"You've never been to prison, so you don't understand how unbearable those dark days are. So I told myself I would never let you frame me again."
"You like to act, so of course I had to become an even better actress than you."
Lark couldn't believe it. "But you clearly drank that wine..."
"Your methods are too dirty—so dirty that I could guess what you were planning. So I prepared the antidote in advance. When I came out of the private room downstairs, I secretly took it. I was just playing along to see what you were up to."
Lark glared at her. "You bitch! You're so scheming! What did you do to me? Why can't I move!"
"I guessed you'd be on guard. Every time you talk to me alone, you're afraid I'll trick you into saying something, so I played along." Harriet smiled. "That voice recorder I just gave you—I modified it. There's a mechanism inside. Once you press the button, a nerve-paralyzing drug is released from it. Colorless and odorless, so you breathed it in without even knowing."
"Harriet, you're so devious!" Lark shouted furiously. "Bitch! Let me go!"
"I'm not like you. I don't have a heart that wants to harm people, but that doesn't mean I won't protect myself or fight back!" A cold gleam flashed in Harriet's eyes. "Just now when I begged you to let me go, if you had stopped, maybe I would have given you the antidote. But you didn't."
"What do you want to do?" Lark panicked. "Are you going to kill me? Murder means paying with your life!"
Painful memories flooded into Harriet's mind.
That year of imprisonment, a criminal record that could never be erased.
The countless times she gave blood transfusions to Lark.
Not being able to be with her grandmother in her final moments.
Being beaten until her spleen ruptured and nearly assaulted.
Lark had even wanted to destroy the child in her belly.
She hated Lark to the core.
But murder means paying with your life. Trading her own life for someone like this wasn't worth it.
"I only save people, I don't kill them." Harriet touched the brooch on her chest. "There's a tiny camera in here. Everything that happened today was recorded. From now on, if you dare to set me up again, I'll release the video and let everyone see all the dirty things you've done."
"Harriet, you're devious!" Lark said anxiously. "Give me that video!"
Harriet turned to leave, leaving behind one sentence: "The drug wears off in an hour—just enough time for you to calm down and think."
"Harriet, stop! Harriet!"
The desperate shouting was soon cut off by the closing door.
Lark was truly panicking now, because the incense she had lit earlier was starting to take effect.
The incense contained an aphrodisiac.
Soon, Lark felt like countless little insects were crawling all over her body, unbearably itchy.
Especially in certain places, desperately needing to be filled.
Lark couldn't help but writhe, making sounds of distress from her throat.
Normally she could take care of it herself, but she was under Harriet's drug and couldn't make large movements.
In her rush to set up Harriet, she had left her phone in the private room downstairs, so she couldn't even call for help.
The drug's effect grew stronger and stronger. Lark's consciousness was gradually overwhelmed by the drug, leaving only uncontrollable desire.
Suddenly, the door was opened.
In her daze, Lark saw a man's figure walk in.
"Lark?" Owen frowned. "What are you doing here?"
"Help me... " Lark made seductive sounds. "Help me..."
Owen looked at her flushed face and her body's reaction, suddenly realizing, "Someone drugged you?"
Lark's brain couldn't think, only unconscious moans remained.
Owen's Adam's apple bobbed.
He had just drunk quite a bit and felt nearly drunk, which was why he came to his reserved room to rest.
Owen cursed, his body already reacting uncontrollably.
But he still maintained his rationality.
she was about to become his daughter-in-law.
"Don't worry, I'll run you some water. A cold bath will help."
Owen went into the bathroom to run the water. When he came out, he suddenly felt something was off about the scent in the air.
The next second, his male physical reaction became even stronger.
Owen had spent half his life in the world of pleasure and was more than familiar with these things. He quickly focused on the incense burning on the nightstand.
He was about to go put out the incense, but as he passed by Lark, she suddenly grabbed him.
Lark let out a comfortable moan, her hands exploring his body randomly.
Owen's whole body stiffened.
The woman's fragrance mixed with the incense scent rushed into his nose, enough to drive him wild.
He had never been someone who exercised restraint in matters between men and women—otherwise he wouldn't have countless illegitimate children everywhere.
Desire easily conquered reason. At this moment, Owen didn't want to care about the relationship between him and Lark. He turned around, scooped her up, threw her on the bed, and pressed down on her impatiently.
After leaving the room, Harriet didn't leave Opulence Club directly. Instead, she took the elevator to the top floor.
She had been sick with a high fever for several days recently, and with her recent low mood, her constitution hadn't recovered yet.
Today she had taken the antidote in time, so Lark's drug hadn't taken effect, but her already weak body couldn't handle it.
Especially before she left, the incense Lark had lit had already started working. She had breathed in a bit of it, and now she felt light-headed. She needed to clear her head quickly.
The top floor of Opulence Club had an outdoor terrace. She planned to go get some cold air to calm herself down.
The elevator door opened.
Harriet thought she had arrived and walked out eagerly, but bumped into a solid chest.
Harriet rubbed her nose and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry."
"Harriet?" A familiar voice came. Harriet looked up and saw Nolan's handsome face.
Harriet suddenly became more alert. "Mr. Johnson."
Nolan frowned. "Didn't we agree you'd call me by my name?"
Harriet had to change it. "Nolan."
Only then did Nolan smile. "Some business partners asked to meet here to discuss things. I didn't expect to run into you."
He quickly noticed something was wrong with Harriet's complexion. "Harriet, your face is very red. What's wrong?"
Harriet felt parched. "I'm fine. I'll go now. Goodbye."
"Harriet." Nolan grabbed her arm. "You seem a bit off. It's not safe for you to go back alone."
Harriet quickly pulled away. "I'm really fine."
"Sorry, I was too anxious." Nolan said, "How about this—you go rest in my room first, then I'll have Mr. Jones come check on you."
"It's so late, don't bother him." In the time she was delayed, Harriet's head grew dizzier and dizzier. "I'm really fine..."
The next second, Harriet's legs suddenly gave way and she collapsed to the floor.
"Harriet!" Nolan quickly helped her up and picked her up in his arms. "I'm here, don't be afraid..."