Meanwhile, the Grandmaster rank martial artist tapped on Phoebe Larsen’s throat again. The pill slid right into her stomach.

“Viole, what did you make me swallow?” Phoebe shouted frantically.

Viole Zimmer picked up the camera and smiled. “Of course, it’s some good stuff. It’s very expensive. Each pill costs two thousand dollars. It’ll turn you into a mad b*tch on the bed later… Hehe. Brother, what are you waiting for?”

Easton Zimmer chuckled as he took his clothes off and got closer.

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