Galilea dragged Sabrina into the elevator.

Sabrina was helpless. Her body grew hotter and more uncomfortable. Her head was spinning, and her face was flushed. She was losing consciousness. Feebly, she leaned against the elevator wall and muttered, "I'm burning up... Help me..."

Galilea could hear the faint sound of Sabrina's breathing.

As the elevator doors opened, Galilea pulled her into the prepared room and pushed her down on the bed. Sabrina was too weak to resist and collapsed onto it.

Sabrina's eyes closed as she Lost all awareness of her surroundings. She involuntarily tugged at her collar, murmuring, “Hot... I feel so hot *

Galilea put on a wicked expression as her plan neared success.

She approached Sabrina and pinched her cheek hard. “Sabrina, you're finished! Let's see if Tyrone will still love you after today!" she sneered.

Galilea then sent a message to Rowell.

A few minutes later, Rowell knocked on the door and entered. Seeing Sabrina sprawled unconscious on the bed, he wore a sleazy smile with a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.

“Ms. Clifford, you certainly keep your word. I'm very pleased with this ‘gift’ 1"

With a sinister grin, Galilea turned on the camera placed on the bedside table and said, "Excellent. She's all yours. I'll go back now. Just make sure to send me the video once you've finished!"

“Of course!" he said, drooling at the thought.

As soon as Galilea left, he hurriedly locked the door, eager to begin. He climbed onto the bed and started to undress Sabrina.

Rowell abruptly stopped, stunned.

Sabrina opened her eyes.

Wasn't Sabrina inebriated?

A sudden notion crossed Rowell's mind. Before any discernible reaction could manifest, Sabrina's hand ascended gracefully.

Buzz!

“Ouch!"

Rowell instinctively shielded his eyes, a poignant cry escaping his lips.