CHAPTER 791: CHAPTER 791: I’M NOT CLOSE WITH THOMAS QUINCY

Henry Foster entered the room, his lips curling into a malicious smile upon seeing Clara Thornton there, "Miss Thornton, we meet again."

Clara’s cheeks were already turning red, clearly showing signs of the drug taking effect.

Henry decided to indulge first before letting Thomas Quincy come and see.

Seeing Henry come in, Clara’s face fell, and she reprimanded him angrily, "What are you doing here? Get out!"

Henry sneered, saying, "I noticed Miss Thornton isn’t feeling well, so I came to see if you needed any help."

Clara, not foolish, initially thought she was merely drunk. But seeing Henry’s lascivious demeanor, she suddenly realized the truth.

Perhaps it wasn’t alcohol causing her body’s reaction, but a setup!

Clara’s heart sank, and she hurriedly stood up, "Did you tamper with it?"

She carefully thought back, realizing she hadn’t interacted with Henry at all, except when Tessa Thorne handed her a cocktail.

Clara felt utterly distressed. Her most trusted and adored young apprentice had betrayed her.

Seeing her sad and troubled expression, Henry sneered, "No need to be so upset. If you serve me well, I might give you more than Thomas Quincy ever could."

At the mention of Thomas Quincy, Clara’s heart clenched like she’d stepped in excrement.

It was clear she had been caught up in Thomas Quincy’s mess; Henry probably had some vendetta against him and targeted her.

"You’re mistaken. I barely know Thomas Quincy."

Clara attempted to reason with him.

"Hmph, don’t lie to me. Even if you spin tales all day, I won’t let you off."

Clara bit her lip lightly, feeling a bit frustrated.

She hadn’t socialized for too long, resulting in lowered defenses, making her fall for this trap so easily.

"I really don’t know Thomas Quincy well. Please let me go, and I will repay you."

With prey in his sights, there was no chance Henry would let her go. He sneered, "Serve me well, and that’s the greatest repayment."

After saying this, he lunged forward without another word.

Clara’s nerves were impaired, her movements slowed, and she was quickly pinned down on the sofa by him.

Struggling with all her might, the difference in strength between man and woman was too great; she was no match for Henry.

Despair washed over Clara; she felt doomed. If Henry succeeded, she planned to concoct a lethal poison for him to ingest, then end her own life.

Henry, noticing Clara had stopped resisting, gripped her chin mockingly, "What’s with the chaste act? You might have been used up by Thomas Quincy, obeying might be your best option."

Glaring at Henry’s disgusting face, Clara gritted her teeth, "I won’t let you get away with this."

Henry snorted, "I love wild women like you; let’s go to paradise together."

With that, he violently tore at her, ripping apart Clara’s beautiful evening dress.

A cold air swept over her, and she immediately covered herself to prevent further removal, simultaneously kicking her legs, accidentally landing a hit where she shouldn’t have.

Henry’s eyes reddened, gasping from pain, glaring viciously at Clara, "Bitch, I’ll teach you a lesson."

He raised his hand and slapped her hard. Clara saw stars and fainted.