"Allow me to hold you for a moment," Bradley extended his arms and embraced her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, finding comfort in her presence.

Only when she was near did he feel at peace.

The subtle, refreshing scent of mint from the man lingered in the air.

Freya yielded to his embrace, as submissive as a little kitten.

Harry's voice rang out from outside, "Sir, the contract is prepared. Should we proceed with signing it now?"

"Later. First, bring two sets of clothes."

Bradley's deep voice sounded, as he leaned closer to her ear, speaking suggestively, "Go rest in the room upstairs for a while. It's secluded and no one will disturb us. You can do whatever you please there."

"Bradley, you..."

Freya blushed, feeling embarrassed by his mention of their earlier conversation.

Seeing her blush, the man's mood lifted.

Bending down, he couldn't resist lightly brushing her lips, "You're only allowed to be shy in front of me. I don't want others to see you like this."

Her every smile, every expression, was reserved for him alone; others weren't allowed to covet any part of it.

Even in her disheveled state, he was unwilling to share even a fraction of her with others.

Freya followed his gaze and noticed the marks on her body, her gown torn to shreds, revealing a large area of her skin.

It was too violent.

When this man lost control, he was like a hungry wolf, driven solely by carnal desires.

She playfully punched him and her eyes reddened with a sense of injustice, "You're so mean, always bullying me."

"That's how I express my love," the man whispered softly, removing his suit jacket and wrapping it around her, then lifting her up and leaving the lounge with large strides.

As they entered the elevator, Juliet emerged from the shadows, clenching her fists in anger.

She had increased the dosage of the drug, so why hadn't Bradley completely succumbed to it yet?

The drug given by Ian Logan was intended to control the mind, turning loved ones into bitter enemies. Emotions would be amplified infinitely, turning them into raging beasts.

She had heard a commotion outside and thought Bradley had lost control.

But she hadn't expected him to leave calmly with Freya, showing no signs of illness.

Where had things gone wrong?

Juliet glared angrily as the elevator stopped on the thirty-second floor.

The Cloudstone celebration was held at the hotel, and the upper floors were rooms. Now that they had booked a room, she could imagine what would happen.

Juliet angrily retreated to a corner and dialed a number.

A chilling and ambiguous male voice answered.

"Juliet, are you calling me because you miss me?"

"Shut up," Juliet gritted her teeth, suppressing her disgust, "Didn't you say the drug could control the mind? I've already injected Bradley with it, so why hasn't it worked?"

"How many injections did you give him?"

"Not many, just two."

One at the private villa, and the other just now, while Bradley was distracted, looking at Freya's photos. She pretended to fall accidentally and injected him secretly.

"Find an opportunity to administer all of it at once. Even if he doesn't die, he'll be incapacitated."

"No, I want him alive. You promised you wouldn't kill him," Juliet clenched her fists tightly, her expression grim.

"This drug won't kill him; it'll only rob him of his virility. Do you want him to end up with other women, and leaving you in the end?"

Juliet hesitated for a moment.

The idea of Bradley being with Freya was something she couldn't come to terms with.

Since he showed no interest in her, she decided she would ruin him instead.

If she couldn't have him, then no one else could either!

On the thirty-second floor, in the presidential suite --

Bradley carried Freya and led her back to the bed, immediately beginning to unbutton his shirt.

"What are you up to?"

Freya's words stumbled out, her tongue tied in knots.

"You seem to enjoy teasing, so I'll let you have your fill," he said, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he unbuttoned his black suit, revealing his bare chest as he leaned towards her.

Freya stole a glance at him. His muscular physique was captivating, and she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her stomach.

They say beauty is a double-edged sword, and now she understood the meaning firsthand.

His flawless features and perfectly proportioned body were more stunning than those of international models.

And his natural air of dominance exuded aristocratic charm, making him irresistible to any woman.

Even she found herself weak in the knees, her face flushed and her heart racing every time she looked at him.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself. I'm not one to be toyed with."

Freya said, her cheeks burning.

But, Bradley continued to approach, placing his hands on either side of her body and pulling her into his embrace.

"Didn't you enjoy teasing me at the banquet?"

He said with a smirk, his tone teasing and his dark eyes mesmerizing.

If it weren't for her strong will, she might have already succumbed to him.

"I didn't. Just stop being reckless."

Bradley couldn't be swayed by her words. He was determined to indulge in his desires.

Especially when he saw her disheveled appearance, her hair falling messily over her shoulders, her innocent yet provocative pout making him want to tease her relentlessly.

"Freya, I have a headache. Can you massage me?"

He truly did have a headache, a throbbing sensation as if ants were crawling inside his brain.

Freya grew concerned and approached him, her brow furrowed.

"Let me try acupuncture to ease your pain. Your symptoms are quite unusual, and I haven't identified the cause yet."

Freya tied up her long hair, gathered it with a hairband, and revealed her graceful neck, making the marks on it even more enticing.

As she prepared a silver needle, he rolled over and pulled her into his arms.

"No needles, just massage me."

He held her tightly and pulling her down with him.

Freya exclaimed, still holding the silver needle, accidentally pricking his arm.

Bradley winced in pain, taking a sharp breath.

"This... it's not my fault. You were the one being reckless."

She quickly removed the needle, and he grunted in response.

"It's your fault for not staying still. You deserved that."

Freya didn't feel sorry for him at all, inserting all the needles into various acupoints on him.

Perhaps it was the acupuncture, combined with his exhaustion, he slowly closed his eyes and his breathing becoming steady.

The Cloudstone celebration wouldn't end until eleven at night, so there was still time for him to rest.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Sir, your clothes have arrived."

Freya wrapped herself in Bradley's suit jacket and got off the bed to open the door.

Taking the clothes from Harry, she went to change first, then found time to call Xavier.

"He had another violent outburst just now, worse than before. You need to hurry with the testing at the lab."

"You're the renowned doctor, Lexi, can't you figure out what illness he has?"