On the sofa in the room sat a young man with a handsome face and excellent demeanor, looking no more than thirty. At that moment, he was holding a tablet, his fair and smooth fingers sliding across the screen.
Crystal Shaw struggled to open her eyes, but she had been drugged with an extremely potent sedative. Under the drug's influence, her mind became muddled, and she quickly fell asleep again.
Once Crystal was entirely unconscious, the handsome man sitting on the sofa gently put down the tablet and turned his head towards Crystal on the bed. In those eyes, which were completely opposite to his handsome demeanor, flashed a hint of madness.
From the beginning, he never intended to let those men touch Crystal. Ever since Crystal came to the capital with Miles Morgan, he had noticed her presence.
Crystal's appearance was exceptional, and he knew she laughed a lot and was sweet-talking, but those were not the reasons he had secretly observed her for so long.
