Chapter 607
Simon’s expression turned dark. “Do you think I wanted this? If I didn’t trick you into drinking this Enthralling Essence, would you ever willingly give yourself to me?”
Before Francesca could respond, Simon’s face twisted with rage as he shouted, “No! Your heart is full of that Andrew Lloyd, that useless pretty boy!”
“I just don’t get it,” he continued, his voice filled with frustration. “Compared to me, your childhood companion, what is Andrew anyway? He’s nothing but a pathetic excuse for a man!”
Francesca swallowed hard, her throat burning as if flames were licking up from within her. She was wearing a cropped white T–shirt and tight jeans, but under the effects of the Enthralling Essence, she felt an uncontrollable urge to remove her clothes. Yet, in the last moments of clarity, her rational mind forced her to stop.
“Andrew would never stoop to your level, doing something so vile and disgusting to his own junior! And now that you’ve hurt my grandfather, Simon, I swear I’ll never forgive you as long as I live!”
Her voice wavered as the effects of the drug overwhelmed her mind, leaving her increasingly disoriented. Simon’s eyes gleamed with unbridled lust as he smirked. “Francesca, stop resisting. Just surrender to me already.
“You know as well as I do how potent the Enthralling Essence is. Before long, you’ll be begging me to love you. And when that happens, I’ll gladly grant your wish!”
The mere thought of what was to come sent Simon into fits of laughter. Francesca was desperate but utterly powerless. Even if she wanted to call for help, her phone had already been taken by Simon, and she barely had the strength to lift a finger.
Time ticked by, and with every passing moment, the drug’s influence spread further through her body. Francesca could feel herself losing control, and the idea of becoming Simon’s plaything brought tears to her eyes.
Never in her worst nightmares had she imagined her first time being stolen by someone as despicable as Simon- and through such a despicable, underhanded method at that!
Nearby, Dr. Aicker lay injured on the ground, his lips bloodied and his face red with fury. “Simon, you ungrateful wretch! If you dare harm Francesca, I’ll spend every last penny I have to see you destroyed.”
Simon sneered, “You won’t have the chance, old man. You can’t even beat me anymore. And once Francesca is mine, once she carries my child, do you think you’d really have the heart to kill the father of your grandchild? I doubt it.”
Dr. Aicker’s voice trembled with rage. “You’re a monster! Do you have any shred of humanity left in you?”
Simon’s tone turned venomous. “Humanity? You burned that out of me a long time ago, old man. What’s so great about Andrew? Before he became known, he was just some pathetic kept man, living off that so–called Ice Queen of Stevens Corporation, only to be thrown out like trash. That loser’s only skill is mooching off women!
“And yet, Francesca is head over heels for him. Fine, whatever. But even you, Dr. Aicker, have fallen for his nonsense. Why? Why him and not me?”
Dr. Aicker let out a bitter laugh. “You fool. You’ll never understand. Andrew’s medical skills, his knowledge, his very background–none of these are things you could ever compare to. But that’s not even the point. I’ve admired his talent and character, yes, but I never once expected you to compete with him.
“You’re my eldest apprentice, Simon. Whether you were talented or not, I only hoped you’d live your life with honor. But no, you had to turn everything into a competition. You couldn’t accept yourself as you are. Did it never occur to you to ask–what do you have to compete with? Even I, your mentor, can’t measure up to Andrew. So what right do you have?”
