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Chapter 577 - 577 578 Heart-to-Heart (7)_1
Chapter 577 - 577 578 Heart-to-Heart (7)_1
?Chapter 577: Chapter 578: Heart-to-Heart (7)_1 Chapter 577: Chapter 578: Heart-to-Heart (7)_1 He walked slowly, seemingly at ease.
However, to Jing Haohao, his leisure was more akin to torture.
Mr. Suzuki eventually stopped in front of the sofa, overlooking Jing Haohao for a moment before slowly bending down to stub out his cigar in the ashtray. He twisted it gently, his movements seeming like those drawn-out, slow-motion scenes from movies.
When Mr. Suzuki’s fingers left the ashtray, he naturally picked up a drugged glass of wine and slowly walked over to Jing Haohao, crouching down beside her.
Jing Haohao subconsciously sank into the sofa. The composed demeanor she had maintained was slightly shattered. Her heartbeat pounded rapidly, as if it might jump out of her chest at any moment, her body filled with terror.
As she saw Mr. Suzuki’s face coming closer and closer, the already exhausted Jing Haohao began to struggle with renewed desperation.
The driver began to apply more force in restraining her.
A sense of despair welled up in Jing Haohao as fear set her lips trembling slightly.
Seeing her anxious expression, the excitement in Mr. Suzuki’s eyes intensified. He sat down beside Jing Haohao, swirled the drink in his hand, raised his arm and slowly placed his hand on Jing Haohao’s shoulder.
His touch was light, yet gripped Jing Haohao with a terror she found unspeakable. His hand slowly trailed down Jing Haohao’s shoulder, gradually tracing down to her collarbone.
As if the singer on stage hadn’t noticed this scene, she continued to perform song after song with captivating expressions.
At the gambling table, the winners engaged in a chirpy banter in Japanese after what seemed like a game of betting. They sounded excited.
Jing Haohao was shaking with fear.
Mr. Suzuki’s finger finally stopped on her jugular, his cold fingertip tracing along her carotid artery. It felt as though his hand could at any moment turn into a deadly weapon aimed at her throat, ready to slit it open and take her life in an instant.
Jing Haohao held her breath, not daring to swallow. She could only let Mr. Suzuki’s hand slowly ascend, stopping finally under her delicate chin. He opened his hand to clamp her jaw, forcibly opening her mouth and bringing the cup closer to Jing Haohao’s lips.
Mr. Suzuki deliberately elevated the cup, a thin stream of alcohol trickled out. Jing Haohao shook her head violently to avoid the drugged liquor from entering her mouth.
The sweet booze splashed on her face, her hair, emitting a seductive aroma.
Mr. Suzuki seemed to deliberately torment Jing Haohao. Yet he didn’t show the slightest anger towards her evasion. Only when the last bit of alcohol remained in the cup did he stop, lifting a hand to slowly sweep her alcohol-drenched hair away from her face. Revealing her delicate little face, he swallowed the remaining liquor before her, then bent over to kiss Jing Haohao’s lips.
Jing Haohao’s chin was held firmly by Mr. Suzuki, making it impossible for her to close her mouth. She vividly saw Mr. Suzuki’s lips closing in on hers.
She was now cornered.
Fear engulfed her like a violent storm.
She didn’t want to be drugged, she didn’t want to be bullied, she didn’t want …
There were many things she didn’t want.
But, she was powerless to prevent any of it from happening.