Angie got up from the ground and shouted at his car, "Justin. Do you want to die?"

    As she watched the car drive away, she squatted on the ground and started crying without caring about her image.

    Justin drove the car in the direction of the hospital. He was still slightly conscious. He had to rush to the hospital as soon as possible to wash his stomach.

    His phone rang. He stared straight ahead, not daring to be distracted.

    *****

    At the party.

    Serena looked at the unanswered call and felt more and more uneasy.

    ''He went to send Angie off. Why didn''t he even answer my call?'' she wondered.

    For some reason, she felt as if something was about to happen. She couldn''t sit still.

    At this moment, a voice sounded from behind.

    "You''re calling my brother, aren''t you?"

    Serena turned around and looked at her. It was Sharon.

    "Miss Vance," she called out coldly and distantly as a greeting. Then, she was about to leave.

    Unexpectedly, Sharon suddenly said, "You must be worried since you can''t find my brother, right?"

    Serena turned around and looked at her. "What do you mean?"

    Sharon smiled and raised her eyebrows. "I''m afraid he''s having fun in bed with Angie now."

    Serena''s face turned pale. "No way. Justin is not that kind of person."

    "He is indeed not that kind of person, but..." Sharon leaned closer to her and whispered, "He was drugged. I''m afraid he''s already carried away by his lust now."

    Serena looked at her in shock. "Sharon."

    "Shut up." Sharon looked at her coldly. "Are you qualified to call me by my name?"

    Serena took a deep breath. "You''re Justin''s sister. I don''t want to get into a conflict with you."

    "Serena, don''t you know who you are? The Vance family hates women like you who fawn upon the influential people the most."

    "Miss Vance, I''m sorry. Your brother and I have already registered our marriage for a week. If Angie sleeps with Justin today, she will be a mistress. I want to see what a joke it will be if you upper-ss people be mistresses."

    Sharon looked at her in disbelief. "Registered your marriage?"

    Serena didn''t say another word to her. She turned around and strode out of the party.

    She ran out of the manor in one breath and stood by the roadside, wanting to hail a taxi.

    However, this was not the city center. No taxi came after she waited for a long time.

    After a while, she suddenly saw a familiar Porsche driving over.

    Serena recognized the car. It was Justin''s.

    She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. Then, she rushed to the middle of the

    road and opened her hands to block the car.

    Apanied by a sudden brake, the car rubbed on the road,

    harsh sound. It was only 8 inches

    away before it collided with k

    her leg.

    Serena opened her eyes and looked at the person in the car. ''Why is Justin alone? Could it be that Sharon was lying to me?'' she wondered.

    She ran to the passenger seat, opened the door, and entered. "Justin..."

    Soon, she realized that something was wrong with Justin. He looked at her with bloodshot eyes and said in a tehoarse voice, "Do you want to die?"

    Serena was shocked. She slowly reached out and touched Justin''s forehead. "Justin, what''s wrong?"

    The perfume on her wrist wafted into his nose like an erotic catalyst, instantly causing the effects of the drug to rise.

    Serena felt the scorching heat and retracted her hand.

    Justin tried his best to maintain his rationality. "Serena, I can''t take it anymore. I can''t hold on. Drive me to the hospital."