The other side.
Skye Lawrence was carried by a tall man into the nearest hotel.
She was dizzy and disoriented, the effects of the drug had reached its peak, and she was extremely uncomfortable. She kept moving around restlessly.
"Get out!"
"Yes, Young Master."
The bodyguard left.
The Presidential Suite was left with only two people.
Oscar held her, kicked open the bathroom door, turned on the shower head, and sprayed water over her.
Skye Lawrence was burning all over, and the cold water did not improve her condition at all. Her face was still flushed, and she had a dazed look in her eyes.
Like a venomous snake, the man approached her, squatted down, and wordlessly rubbed the spot on her neck and shoulders where there were kiss marks, as if trying to scrub the skin off.
"Mmm..." Skye Lawrence was dizzy but not completely numb to sensation. She was just powerless and couldn't move, but she still felt the pain.
