Sebastian snorted and pressed me against the wall, demanding,
“Did you have something to do with Nathalle being drugged? My mind instantly went blank, followed by a surge of humiliation.
“Did you suspect it was me?”
Sebastian’s gaze was cold as he said, “That was your hotel.”
The logic was so absurd that I immediately retorted, “Then why didn’t you call the police?”
Without waiting for his answer, I took out my phone and dialed 911
Sebastian acted quickly and extinguished the screen with one swift motion.
The tone was very aggressive: “This will only make Nathalie recall those things, she was on the verge of a mental breakdown and couldn’t bear this torment anymore!“.
I was listening carefully, about to say something.
Nathalie suddenly ran out, wearing Sebastian’s shirt that just covered her buttocks.
Her pale fingers tightly clutched the corner of her clothes, her voice trembling with fear.
“Sebastian, I was scared, come and accompany me.”
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