Duke raised his head and looked at Naomi who stood beside him. Without saying a word, he left. After he disappeared, I immediately took out the room card with displeasure.
But before I could open the door, Naomi stopped me and said, "My brother really misses you. We don't even need to go inside. Jasmine, please go home with me!"
I gave her a glare and sneered, "Home? Back home? What did he miss from me? Would he even miss me?"
When Naomi saw that I was angry, she said with a fake smile, "You haven't divorced my brother yet, have you? Is it appropriate to live in another man's home? Even though you don't give a s*it about it, my brother wants to save his face, right?"
"Well then, why not let your brother divorce me now? Whoever doesn't divorce is the f*cking a*shole!"
I was just waiting Naomi to say that. Anyway, if Christopher really divorced me, Vincent didn't need to pay him money anymore. In this way, I wouldn't owe him such a big favour either. But the problem was, would he divorce me?
Seeing that I was serious, Naomi immediately changed her face and said, "Oh, I don't know much about the things between you and my brother. But it's useless to get angry , isn't it? Why don't you come home and talk to him if you any issue?"
I thought for a moment and felt that it was indeed about time to go back, as I also decided to take my things back. "Alright, I'll go back with you and talk to him!"
Seeing that finally agreed, Naomi smiled proudly. "That's right. Even if you want to divorce him, you should make it clear in front of his face!"
After we left the hotel, we got a cab and headed to Christopher's home. But after we arrived, I found he wasn't home. Looking at the empty apartment, I felt that something wrong, but I couldn't tell why.
"Where's your brother?" I turned to look at Naomi warily.
For no reason, Naomi suddenly began to flatter me. She poured me a glass of juice and explained, "Hearing that you came back, My brother was very happy and went out for some grocery shopping!"
Her answer was somewhat reasonable. Then I took a sip of the juice she poured for me. Suddenly she laughed, "Jasmine, how do you feel about being served? Is it excellent?"
I didn't understand why she asked such a question. I asked her with a frown, "What do you mean?"
Naomi dodged her gaze and said with a faint smile, "Nothing, I'm just asking!"
As I spoke, I suddenly felt a little dizzy. I didn't realise it at the very beginning. But when Naomi's body begin to shake in front of me, I understood it with the rest of my consciousness. This b*tch drugged me!
"You, you drugged on me?" I was so angry that I wanted to get up and slap her, but my body wouldn't let me. My head became more and more blurred as well.
Naomi, who was standing in front of me, smiled treacherously. "Yes, I did drug you. Jasmine, who do you think you are? Do you feel good to be served by me? Better is yet to come!"
Realising that the thing was getting more and more serious, I questioned her, "What do you want?"
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