She Becomes A Hot Sensation After A Scandalous Affair
Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Chapter 220

"Hmm, I got this drug from a trusted source. It should be potent enough without lethal risks of killing someone," Angel mused for a moment. "But I guess we need to test it first."

"Test it? Will you be the one to drink it?" Jon asked

"Are you kidding me? I am too old to drink something that might give me a heart attack," Angel replied, clicking her tongue. She then turned her gaze towards Olga, who had been silently standing behind Jon. A malicious idea crossed her mind, and she pointed at Olga. "Why don’t we try it on that ugly assistant of yours?"

Olga gasped. She took a step back instinctively, facing the witch with a malicious smirk, "I—I don’t want to—"

"You have no right to object," Angel stated coldly. "You’re just a mere assistant and an ugly one at that. I’ve been feeling angry lately because my fiance treats me like air, so I don’t need anyone making me even more pissed."

"Your fiancee is Lancelot Grant’s big brother, right? The CEO of Silver Line," Jon interjected.

"Yes, and Madeline Rose has him under her spell," Angel said. "Lance recently invited him to attend Madeline’s fashion show, and he has been in high spirits because he can’t wait to see Madeline on the runway."

"Men are the same in the end," Angel scoffed. "Just because Madeline Rose is prettier, perkier, and younger than me, it’s easy for him to ignore me. He doesn’t remember that I was more beautiful than her when I was young!"

Jon kept his mouth shut, silently observing the woman before him.

While he might have believed her if she only said she was beautiful when she was younger, Jon couldn’t help but sneer inwardly when she compared herself to Madeline Rose.

’Okay, that’s just bullcrap. Madeline Rose is the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen and dated in real life. You’re no match for her, granny,’ Jon thought. But he kept it professional and nodded. "Since your fiance will be attending Madeline’s fashion show, does that mean you’ll be there as well?"

"But of course!" Angel exclaimed. "This is also a perfect opportunity. My fiance said that Madeline had booked a room for Theo and me, so we’ll be right next to her room backstage. The show will be held in a five-star hotel auditorium, Hotel Truman."

"In that case, it should be easy for us to get to her during the show," Jon remarked. "And with this aphrodisiac pill, the mission will be a guaranteed success. I’m just unsure about the pill’s effect, though. I don’t want to kill Madeline because of this."

"That’s why we should test it first, just like what you said before," Angel agreed, her gaze fixed on Olga. "Use your assistant. That’s the only use she has, isn’t it?"

"But I don’t want to fuck an ugly bitch," Jon refused.

"Are you an idiot? Just lock her in this office for probably three or four hours, and she will regain some of her consciousness afterward," Angel instructed.

Olga stared at them in horror. "I—I don’t want to!"

Jon looked over his shoulder and said coldly, "You have no choice. Don’t worry. I will pay for your funeral in case you get a heart attack and die."

Olga stared at her boss in sheer horror. She didn’t know what kind of effect would happen to her body if she swallowed that damned pill, so she made a desperate attempt to escape, running towards the door,, only to find two burly men blocking her path.

"No! Let me go! I don’t want to do this!" Olga pleaded desperately as she tried to escape.

"Seize her," Angel ordered, and the burly men caught her arms immediately, stopping her futile struggle.

They brought her back into the office and forced her to kneel in front of Jon and Angel. Tears streamed down Olg’as face as she looked at them in fear.

Olga looked scared, and she began crying out of fear of death. "Please don’t do this to me. I—I resign. I don’t want to be your assistant anymore!"

"It’s too late for that. You’re already involved in this scheme, and you can’t escape until the mission is complete," Angel said. She looked at Jon and ordered, "Feed her one pill, and we will see the effect."

Jon nodded. He grabbed Olga’s jaw and forced her mouth to open. He then shoved one pill into her mouth and forced Olga to swallow it.

Nothing happened for a few seconds until it hit her.

Soon, Olga began to feel the heat all around her body; her eyes got blurry, and her mind began to get clouded.

She stopped struggling, and once the burly men let her go, she dropped to the floor and began squirming uncomfortably.

"Umh... ah... h—help me..." Olga begged as she felt the indescribable itch consuming her body.

"See? It works." Angel grinned in satisfaction. "With this, you don’t need to worry about Madeline rejecting you. If she refuses to drink anything that you give, just force her to swallow it, just like what you did with this assistant of yours."

Jon nodded. He watched the reaction on Olga for a moment, and after making sure that Olga was fine, he said, "Alright, I can do that as long as this drug won’t kill."

Angel and Jon watched Olga squirming uncomfortably for a moment before Angel commented, "I think we’ve seen enough. I can’t stand watching this ugly bitch acting horny. It’s too disgusting."

"I don’t like this either. Why don’t we just leave her alone here? We can talk about the mission outside," Jon suggested. "Just leave her be. I will tell the security guard to open the office after three hours."

"Sounds good."

With that, Angel and Jon walked out of the office, and the burly men followed from behind.

They locked the door, so Olga was left alone, struggling to keep herself calm even though it was difficult.

Olga gritted her teeth, glaring at the door with so much hatred. "Just... wait and see. You two will fucking pay for this!"