Aurora Dourada: Retorno By Ricardo Almeida

“Even more terrifying side effects are waiting for her.”

Bella realized that the symptoms matched what the assistant and

maid mentioned earlier.

“The way she is now has nothing to do with others. It’s her own fault.”

“If you want, I can send her to hell with one injection.” Simon was like a machine without emotions, talking about death like it was nothing.

Bella was speechless. “Uh…”

“She abused drugs and signed an agreement, so she has to take some of the responsibility. Moreover, dying of overdose is not uncommon in the industry. It will be treated as a medical accident. At worst, my medical license will be revoked, and I will be jailed for two

years.” Simon was fearless.

“There’s no need. It’s not worth it to sacrifice your life for an evil bi

like Shannon.”

Bella sighed softly. “Simon, you’re working for me, so don’t worry will ensure you walk away from this unscathed, and it won’t affec

you too much.”

“It doesn’t matter, Ms. Thompson. I don’t care what happens to me.

The most important thing is to avenge your family.”

Simon completely disregarded his own safety. “Rest assured, I have

saved evidence. I could ruin Shannon’s image at any time with that

evidence.”

“Now is still not the time.”

Bella clenched her fists in the dark and took a deep breath. “Even if we expose the evidence now, I don’t have a surefire way to defeat her. I want her to lose everything, lose Gregory’s support, and make everyone despise and reject her. If I make a move, I want to make sure she will never be able to recover from the fall!”

Justin had good alcohol tolerance, but somehow, his head felt heavy after only a few glasses tonight. He was unable to catch his breath, and his eyelids were shut.

At this moment, the dance had begun.

The crowd went dancing on the dance floor. Nobody noticed what was happening between Justin and Cecily.

Justin struggled to catch his breath. He tugged at the Windsor knot at his collar, his throat dry, as a faint blush appeared on his cheek

The heat was like a light feather, teasing his sensitive nerves.

“Mr. Salvador, what’s wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable?”

Cecily looked concerned, but her lips could not help curling up.

She knew the drug was taking effect

Justin leaned backward weakly as he closed his eyes and tried to

adjust his breathing, attempting to suppress the heat that surged

within his body.

What champagne was this to have such a strong delayed effect?

Or did Bella mess with his mind, causing him to feel depressed, which in turn made him drink more?

“I’m fine. I don’t need you.” Justin’s attitude toward Cecily was still

aloof.

“Your face is so red. Are you having a fever?”

Cecily encouraged herself as she spoke, pressing her soft breasts against Justin’s body. She raised her hand to touch his forehead. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Suddenly, there was a crisp slap.

“Ah!” Justin ruthlessly slapped away Cecily’s hand, and it turned red

immediately.

The next second, Justin glared at her with maddened red eyes. He gritted his teeth and growled, “Don’t touch me. Scram!”