She spoke up to stop him.

When the man heard her voice, he slowly turned his head, his eyes like those of a wild beast, crimson and fierce.

Freya felt for the silver needle on her body and stepped closer to him.

"Stay calm and let her go..."

Apparently, her voice had some effect as Bradley gradually relaxed his grip.

Freya continued to soothe him with her words, "Take slow, deep breaths and come over here."

Bradley squinted with his blood-red eyes and threw Sharon to the ground.

Saved, Sharon grabbed her chest and coughed violently.

She looked at the man in front of her with fear, trembling and hugging herself tightly.

Bradley approached Freya, and suddenly, he fiercely attacked her.

Although Freya had changed her clothes, the mask of Poppy was still on her face, so he didn't recognize her for a moment.

When the man swung his fist at her, Freya dodged to the side.

She grabbed the silver needle and aimed it at his neck.

This silver needle was specially customized for him, with a calming effect, and the dosage was twice that of a regular sedative.

Soon, Bradley fell to his knees, but his gaze remained fierce.

Freya breathed a sigh of relief.

She saw her missed call on the phone on the table.

He must have accidentally bumped it, and luckily he called her, otherwise Sharon would definitely be dead.

Sharon, who turned pale with fright, wanted to leave.

But, Freya grabbed her first and asked coldly, "What did you do to him?"

Bradley wouldn't have had an episode if he wasn't provoked.

But he almost killed Sharon, which was unacceptable.

"What... what nonsense are you talking about? What could I possibly do to him? He suddenly went crazy and tried to kill me."

"Is that so?"

Freya lifted her and threw her to the ground.

She happened to see a coffee cup on the desk.

She picked it up and sniffed it, realizing that something was off about the smell.

She instantly understood that this woman had drugged Bradley.

Damn it!

Her face darkened, and she stared deeply at Sharon.

At the elevator earlier, although she was dressed provocatively, her neckline wasn't that revealing.

This woman actually had the audacity to entice her man.

That's unacceptable!

Freya gritted her teeth and approached her menacingly.

Sharon was frightened by her momentum and trembled, asking, "What are you going to do?"

Freya didn't speak. She stood in front of her, looked down at her.

Then, with a heavy slap, she struck her across the face, "Who gave you the courage to make a move on Bradley?"

With a sharp slap, Sharon's face was knocked sideways.

She shielded her stinging cheek, glaring fiercely, "You dare to strike me, I'll fight back."

As Sharon moved forward, Freya elegantly swept her long legs, causing her to stumble to the ground.

"The Turner family must leave the capital city by tomorrow, or I'll confront you every time I see you."

Sharon clenched her fists, "What power do you have to challenge the Turner family?"

"Let's see whether I'll do it or not."

"My uncle works in the legal department. Your actions constitute a threat, and I can take legal action against you."

Sharon defiantly asserted.

Suddenly, Bradley, who had been lying on the sofa, stirred.

Ignoring Sharon's nonsense, Freya swiftly administered an injection, rendering her unconscious.

She approached Bradley to check his pulse.

Due to the mixture of medicine and toxins, his pulse was even more erratic.

She touched his forehead, which was frighteningly hot.

The man had a fever.

Just as she was about to call for help, a strong hand grabbed her.

Freya didn't react in time and fell onto the man.

"Freya…"

Bradley's consciousness was clouded, feeling a strong sense of familiarity with the woman in his arms.

Freya struggled, "You're running a fever, I'll call someone to take you to the hospital."

However, before she could move, the man flipped over and pinned her down.

He firmly held her chin, forcefully kissing her.

Hmmm!

Freya tried to resist, but he restrained her hands above her head.

She protested, "Bradley, open your eyes and look at me."

The man, in a daze, slowly opened his eyes, seeing her figure reflected in his pupils.

His breathing was unstable as he murmured, "Freya."

He hugged her tightly, his warm lips passionately kissing her.

Freya felt overwhelmed, her rationality slipping away.

Although he knew it was his mind playing tricks, she wasn't Freya at that moment; she was Poppy.

She couldn't…

"You've mistaken me; I'm not Freya, I'm Poppy,"

Freya trembled in his embrace.

Bradley was under the control of the drugs, his consciousness murky. At this moment, he couldn't distinguish who was who, he only felt the familiar scent from her body, which was identical to his Freya.

He kissed her desperately.

Freya knew this couldn't continue.

She groped for the silver needles, only to find that she had used the last one on Sharon.

Damn it!

She felt immense despair.

If she were in Freya's identity right now, it would be natural for her to be his antidote.

But now she was Poppy!

The man was unreasonable, hugging her and kissing her recklessly, his large hands becoming increasingly restless.

"Freya, hug me."

His cold voice carried a hint of grievance.

Freya knew he was suffering. If she didn't help him detoxify, he might explode and die.

The medicine Sharon administered was dominant, with a considerable dose.

She bit her lip, preparing to risk it all.

If worse came to worst, she'd detoxify him and quietly slip away later, unnoticed by anyone.

After some thought, she cupped his face and kissed him proactively.

The sudden warmth made the man feel much better.

He hugged her tighter, as if trying to blend her into his very being, responding so intensely.

Just as everything was about to spiral out of control, the door suddenly burst open.

Harry barged in holding documents.

When he saw the two on the sofa, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

The woman in the CEO's arms was... Poppy?

Suddenly, he understood why the CEO was overly interested in Poppy.

So the CEO had taken an interest in Poppy?

But the CEO already had Miss Lawson, right?

Was the CEO... cheating within his marriage?

What about Miss Lawson?

Harry realized he had stumbled upon a big secret, scared, he hurriedly ran out and closed the door behind him.

After this disturbance, Freya also regained her senses.

She pushed Bradley away, her face flushed.

Bradley's rationality also returned somewhat. When he saw the person clearly in front of him, his expression changed immediately.

"Poppy?"

"Yes, I'm Poppy. Bradley, you lost control."

Freya composed herself. Fortunately, Harry's interruption came just in time. Otherwise, things might have really gotten out of hand.

Bradley looked at her, his mind a blur.

Just now, his entire consciousness was filled with Freya's image, never expecting Poppy to show up.