"What's the rush? You'll replace out soon enough," Lucas replied coolly, his deep, magnetic voice laced with indifference.
Sophia's sense of dread intensified.
Suddenly, she stood up, saying, "If you two have things to discuss, I'll just leave."
She quickly headed for the door, but before she could reach it, she was met by five or six disheveled men being escorted in by the bodyguards. Each man looked filthier than the last, with some even covered in unsightly warts, making the sight revolting.
The bodyguards blocked her path. "Miss Winter, the matter isn't over yet. You can't leave."
Sophia's face paled as she eyed the men. "What are you planning to do?"
The bodyguards didn't answer. Instead, they pushed her back into the room and shut the door behind her.
Sophia stumbled, losing her balance—her prosthetic leg making it difficult to steady herself—and fell to the ground. Panic spread across her face as she looked up at Lucas, desperately asking, "Lucas, what's going on? What are you planning to do?"
With everyone now in the room, Lucas gave a signal, and a bodyguard approached Sophia with a small bottle. He grabbed her by the chin and forced the liquid inside down her throat.
"Mmph!" Sophia struggled, but she was no match for the bodyguard. Half the bottle's contents went down her throat, while the rest dribbled down her chin.
Fear overwhelmed her as she gasped, "What did you make me drink? What is this? Lucas, what are you doing?"
Lucas looked down at her with cold, piercing eyes. "Still playing dumb?"
He slowly rose to his feet and stood beside her, his gaze icy as he took in her pitiful state. "You've repeatedly plotted against her, yet now you have the nerve to ask what I'm doing?" "I..." Sophia froze, realizing that Lucas intended to avenge Aveline.
Terror gripped her heart as she clutched at Lucas's pant leg, pleading, "Lucas, I'm sorry. I know I was wrong. I'll never do it again, I swear. Please, forgive me. I promise, I'll stay out of your lives from now on!" She begged desperately, but before she could finish, her body began to feel strange.
A deep, unbearable itch spread from within Sophia's body, and she immediately realized it was from whatever she had just been forced to drink. "Lucas, I'm sorry, I truly am..." Sophia's voice was filled with desperation, fear gripping her as she imagined the horror about to unfold.
But Lucas stepped back, his expression cold.
"Take her inside," he ordered.
With a wave of the bodyguard's hand, the disheveled men moved forward, lifting Sophia off the ground.
"No! Don't touch me! Get your hands off me!" Sophia screamed in terror, but no amount of struggling could change what was about to happen.
Aveline stood up and walked to the doorway, glancing inside. She saw Sophia pinned beneath one of the men, who was covered in sores and filth. Despite Sophia's frantic attempts to break free, it was futile— her hands and feet were restrained, leaving her no choice but to endure the horror.
Aveline looked away after a moment and turned to Lucas. "Take photos and videos. I want to make sure she never recovers from this."
Lucas stared at her, realizing how much she had changed after everything that had happened. And he found himself drawn to this new side of her ruthless and unyielding, the only way to truly protect herself. "Whatever you want," Lucas replied in a low voice, signaling the bodyguards to go in and record the scene.
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