Chapter 42

Jeanna's eyes formed a seductive curve, her gaze akin to a siren's, captivating the three men. They believed they had an easy target, but her mocking, alluring lips soon parted with a tease. "Guys, your pick-up lines are so outdated. Got anything fresh? I prefer men with a creative spark!"

Her once-alluring face turned icy in an instant. The men exchanged knowing glances and departed with meaningful strides.

Dismissing them with contempt, Jeanna seized her freshly served orange juice and took two big sips, oblivious to the small pill dropped into it during her dramatic change of expression.

Sean observed the scene with amusement and thought, 'As the saying goes, beauty without brains.'

Indeed, she did not realize she had been drugged.

Soon, Jeanna's head spun, a strange warmth spreading through her. Instinctively, she suspected the orange juice and cursed under her breath, "Damn it, resorting to such lowly tactics!"

Abruptly, she placed a bill on the bar and unsteadily rose from