Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 411

The fake Annette’s eyes were vacant now, her mind almost completely lost to the drug. Her clothes were barely hanging on, just enough to cover her. While Nikolai and Drake stood there, unfazed, she crawled across the floor, clinging to their legs like a desperate snake.

“Please, help me... I’m so hot, I can’t take it... just help me, please...” Her voice was breathy and wild.

Nikolai just kept kicking her away, his face twisted in disgust. Drake had already moved to the far side of the room, keeping his distance.

When she tried again, this time reaching for Nikolai in a way that made his patience snap, he sent her flying against the wall with a swift kick. “Get away from me!” he spat, voice low and angry. He looked down at his pants, brushing them off over and over, as if he could scrub away the touch. If there’d been a river nearby, he probably would’ve jumped in.

Wiona cleared her throat. “Nikolai, sober her up.”

He shot her a look, clearly grossed out, but did as she said. Grabbing the fake Annette by the hair, he dragged her back with zero gentleness. She whimpered. Drake stepped in and emptied a whole pot of tea over her head. She shrieked as the hot liquid hit her, but the drug was too strong. Her eyes stayed glazed, fixed on the two of them, and her hands still fumbled to strip off what little she had left.

Nikolai slapped her, hard, twice. “If you don’t wake up, I’ll knock out your teeth next!”

He didn’t wait for a response. He yanked her up and pulled her outside into the courtyard, where an old washbasin sat by the wall. He shoved her head under the faucet and twisted it open. The icy water poured over her, making her scream.

Wiona’s voice was cold and unmoved. “Are you finished crying? If not, there are still a few guys outside. I’m pretty sure the incense next door is still burning, too. Want to try your luck again?”

The woman shuddered so hard she almost fell over. She was terrified now. She finally understood just how ruthless Wiona could be. Everyone had underestimated her, even herself. Her mission had failed, and she didn’t dare cross Wiona again. The tables had turned, and she was the one on the losing end now. If she didn’t give up something valuable, she wouldn’t make it out of this.

Finally, the fake Annette accepted defeat. Her voice shook as she spoke. “She’s in the next courtyard... It’s the Clements family’s herb warehouse. Mrs. Sullivan is in the basement. Please... that’s all I know.” She started coughing, clutching her chest, her whole body wracked with shivers.