The man before her had transformed into a wild beast. Even in the darkness, Freya could see the crimson fury in his eyes, his entire demeanour radiating aggression.

"Bradley…"

The man suddenly kissed her, his strong body forcefully pushing her against the wall. His frenzied biting brought intense pain, suffocating her.

In desperation, Freya could only bite him back. The pain caused him to slightly relax, his harsh breathing indicating his heightened agitation, his body scorching hot and terrifying.

Pinned against the wall by his overwhelming force, Freya clenched the last two silver needles in her hand. Just as she prepared to strike him, he once again grabbed her throat, lifting her off the ground.

"Bradley, calm down! Do you want to kill me?" As his grip tightened, draining her breath bit by bit, Freya felt herself nearing death. She could hardly muster the strength to lift her hand to administer the needles.

At this moment, Bradley transformed into a raging beast, his eyes filled with nothing but murderous intent.

"Bradley… It hurts…"

As consciousness began to fade, Freya closed her eyes in despair. Just when she thought her fate was sealed, the grip of the man's hand suddenly loosened significantly.

Bradley has no idea what was happening. His mind was consumed by impulses of destruction. But upon hearing the girl's cry of pain, a sharp pain pierced his chest, causing him to gasp for breath.

He couldn't help but clutch his chest in agony. Then, in a swift motion, Freya raised her hand and plunged two silver needles directly into the back of his ear.

Bradley's movements froze, his gaze meeting hers with blood-red eyes filled with menacing intent. Freya, trembling with nerves, looked at his face in the moonlight, her fists clenched tightly.

Why hadn't he collapsed yet? Had the silver needles lost their effect?

As Freya waited for him to go berserk again, the man suddenly kissed her lips, his voice hoarse as he murmured, "Freya, I've hurt you..."

With those words, he straightened up and slowly fell backward. As he released his grip, Freya's back slid down the wall. Her chest heaved violently, her life hanging by a thread.

Bradley collapsed beside her, his eyes losing their colour as he passed out.

Just then, the lights came on brightly. Gabriel, accompanied by a group of men, had already subdued Juan's men, the floor littered with corpses and the air thick with the smell of blood.

Juan had escaped, while Juliet lay unconscious on the ground.

Patrick ordered a clean-up of the battlefield and unexpectedly found two syringes on the ground. He had them secured and then sent Bradley and Juliet back to the hospital.

As Juliet was being carried past her, Freya glanced at her, her brows furrowed in concern.

On the way to the hospital, Freya asked Patrick, "We found two syringes at the scene. Can you hand them over to me?"

Patrick frowned, "What do you need them for, Freya?"

"I suspect Bradley was poisoned. I need these two syringes to send to the toxicology expert overseas for analysis."

"Alright, I'll give them to you later."

"Thank you."

Back at the hospital, Bradley was immediately rushed into the emergency room. Freya waited outside, pondering over the kidnapping incident.

As Juliet was being carried away, Freya noticed something strange. While she was covered in wounds, her wrists were clean.

Wasn't she tied up at the time? There should have been marks.

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.

Just then, the door to the emergency room opened, and Xavier walked in.

"Freya, there are two needle marks on the back of Bradley's neck. Did you do that?"

Freya squinted. Before Bradley passed out, she had indeed administered two needles, but they were both in his back of his ear, not his neck.

Without hesitation, she entered the emergency room.

Pulling open Bradley's shirt collar, she indeed saw two needle marks.

Of course, there were also two behind his ear, which she had left there.

She thought of the two syringes Patrick had found, her brow furrowing deeper.

I think I understand now.

Xavier didn't understand. "Understand what?"

"Bradley suddenly went berserk in the cabin. It must have been because someone injected him with a drug. Two syringes were found at the scene. I had Ella take one to Dr. Jacobs, and I kept the other."

"All you have to do is take a blood sample and compare it with the residue in the syringe. If the components match, it's enough to prove that Bradley's frequent frenzy was caused by the poison."

Xavier narrowed his eyes.

Turning to Freya, he asked, "You've been with Bradley all this time. Have you noticed who might have done this?"

"At the time, the power suddenly went out. By the time I found Bradley, he was already in a frenzy, almost strangling me."

She still had lingering fear. The Bradley then was terrifying.

"We can only wait for Bradley to wake up. Perhaps he'll know who injected him."

Of course, she already had her suspicions.

The scene was chaotic, with everyone fighting for their lives. Who would have noticed that woman?

Freya didn't linger in the emergency room. After leaving, she went to Juliet's hospital room.

Her injuries were superficial, plus the miscarriage. The nurse had cleaned her wounds, applied a drip, and she was still unconscious.

Freya checked her pulse.

Her breathing was steady. She should be waking up soon.

She deliberately shook her hand and said, "Miss Jordan, don't pretend anymore."

Indeed, Juliet had already regained consciousness. Seeing no one around, she decided to stop pretending and opened her eyes.

"Freya, what are you doing? You are hurting me."

Freya smirked, arms crossed as she looked at her. "Tell me, did you inject something into Bradley? That's why he's been going berserk?"

Juliet panicked.

When she injected Bradley, he suddenly turned to look at her and said something before kicking her away. It was that kick that caused her to lose the baby in her belly.

Juliet was unsure. Did Bradley discover her? Otherwise, how could he have said that?

"What nonsense are you talking about? I was tied up tightly at the time, unable to move. How could I have done anything?"

"Oh, really?" Freya calmly grabbed her wrist, chuckling. "Since you were tied up so tightly, how come your hands are so clean?"

Juliet hastily pulled her hand back, her pupils shrinking.

This woman had found out.

Then she couldn't be allowed to live.

Her gaze fell on the fruit knife beside her, contemplating whether to silence her.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and Patrick walked in.

"Freya, Bradley is awake."

Upon hearing that Bradley had woken up, Juliet, who had been lying in bed, suddenly rushed out, running swiftly toward the emergency room.