Invisible Security Guard-Chapter 70 Drugged

70: Chapter 70: Drugged

70 -70: Drugged

“Mr.

Nash, if there is anything unsuitable about our Fengdu proposal, please enlighten me!” After filling up with red wine, Ruth Wilcox took the initiative to lift her glass, because she knew very well that everything depended on Mr.

Nash.

If she could get past him, then she truly succeeded.

“It’s perfect,” Tyler Nash lifted his glass and said, “The reason I invited you here today is to congratulate you in advance. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Here’s to a pleasant collaboration, Cheers.”

“Here’s to a pleasant collaboration!” Ruth Wilcox revealed a smile and clinked glasses with Tyler Nash, then drained her glass in one go.

Barolo, one of Italy’s famous wines, has a pure taste, so after drinking a glass, Ruth Wilcox knew that the bottle provided by Tyler Nash was top-notch.

Tyler Nash watched Ruth Wilcox’s empty glass with a smile, his lips curling into a perfect arch, and following the line of her jaw, he also swept a glance across Ruth Wilcox’s chest.

In his eyes, Ruth Wilcox was his prey that evening, and now that the prey had walked into the trap, he just had to wait a little while longer before he could begin the slaughter.

He was indeed a pervert, one who was indifferent to gender.

It goes without saying that Ruth Wilcox was a true beauty, and conquering her would also give a different sense of accomplishment.

You should know, her status, wealth, and everything else couldn’t be compared to those female celebrities.

Tyler Nash loved hunting for beauties, with diverse tastes.

He also preferred adventure and excitement.

After drugging, getting them into bed, and taking photos, a rich girl like Ruth Wilcox, the haughty and unattainable type, would never go to the police.

Even if taken advantage of, she could only swallow her grievances.

“Try the steak here, it’s quite good,” Tyler Nash said as he poured half a glass more of wine for Ruth Wilcox.

“Mmm, thank you, Mr.

Nash,” Ruth Wilcox replied politely, her heart swelling with joy as she thought that once the contract was signed tomorrow, she would truly have established herself on the Mainland.

The steak did indeed taste good, accompanied by soft music, the two of them started discussing the development plans for the resort.

Inadvertently, Ruth Wilcox found herself nearly four glasses in.

She was quite sure of her drinking capacity, one bottle of red wine wouldn’t knock her out, and since she was happy that day, she even considered having another drink with Yusuf Zuck after dealing with Tyler Nash, the kind where you don’t stop until you’re completely drunk.

However, about half an hour later, Ruth Wilcox, who was chatting with Tyler Nash, started feeling hot in the dining room of the house.

She felt hot inside, a bit dizzy from the effects of the alcohol, touched her face and found it somewhat feverish, and even felt an inexplicable restlessness boiling in her blood, making her extremely uncomfortable.

Yes, that was discomfort.

Tyler Nash was enjoying the conversation, so she couldn’t interrupt and had to bear with it.

“Your face is a bit red, are you feeling it?” Tyler Nash, ever the gentleman, suddenly stopped and looked concerned.

“A bit, please continue Mr.

Nash.” Since Tyler Nash was hosting the dinner and she needed something from him, she couldn’t suggest leaving herself.

“Wait here, I’ll get you some warm water.” Tyler Nash removed the napkin from his neck, ran to the bar and spoke briefly with the bartender.

The bartender poured a glass of clear water, and the moment Tyler Nash took the glass, a powder he had prepared slipped between his fingers and dissolved into it.

He had doubled the dose, with drugs in the wine and more in the water, a double dose would surely make one more intoxicated, to the point of losing consciousness—a trick he often employed.

“Drink some water, it’s about time.

After you drink, I’ll take you home,” Tyler Nash said, glancing at his watch.

“Thank you,” Ruth Wilcox was indeed thirsty, so she took the water and finished it in one gulp.

“All right, let’s go.” She struggled to stand up.

But when she did, a sudden bout of vertigo almost made her fall to the floor.

There was still a bit of awareness in her, which made her wonder why she felt so dizzy after drinking so little that day.

Was it that the wine was too strong?

Or had a delayed effect?

“Are you all right?

Let me help you,” Tyler Nash acted quickly, steadying Ruth Wilcox’s arm, but he still maintained the demeanor of a gentleman without exaggerating the gesture, merely providing light support.

“No, thank you.” Ruth Wilcox wouldn’t let him support her, so with a slight step to the side, she continued walking forward.

But…

after a few steps, illusions appeared before her eyes.

She felt dizzy, as if the world was spinning, and her body became completely devoid of strength, to the point where she couldn’t even muster the energy to speak.

“Ms.

Wilcox, what’s the matter with you…” Tyler Nash finally caught her and helped her keep walking outside.

Ruth Wilcox experienced hallucinations and auditory delusions, feeling her body heavy and her brain unable to respond, incapable even of speaking.

Her consciousness was drifting away, or rather, her subconscious was no longer present, with only the auditory delusions remaining.

While Tyler Nash, who was supporting her, constantly voiced his concern, he was secretly overjoyed inside.

Combined, his two drugs would bring down even a deity, let alone a frail woman?

In Taiwan, there’s that rich kid Errol Cooke, but the aphrodisiacs he peddled were cheap stuff, inferior to Tyler’s own concoction.

Of course, all women drugged in such a way share a similar loss of conscience.

Tyler Nash had watched Errol Cooke’s videos and had seen the state of the female protagonists in those videos.

When they were victimized by Errol Cooke, their reactions were always the same: listless, like drunkards, easily manipulated by him.

Ruth Wilcox, as if intoxicated, was ushered into the elevator by Tyler Nash, who at that moment did not take advantage of her for two reasons: one was that there were cameras in the elevator, and secondly, she had not yet fully succumbed to the drugs.

He maintained his composure and concern, the perfect gentleman to the end.

Soon, the elevator descended.

He helped Ms.

Wilcox exit the building.

“Whew~” The evening breeze blew but did nothing to rouse Ruth Wilcox; she completely collapsed into Tyler Nash’s arms, muttering incoherently, her mouth moving but saying who knows what.

Truth be told, she herself didn’t know what she was saying; her tongue wasn’t cooperating.

…

Meanwhile, in the parking lot, Yusuf Zuck hadn’t gone to eat because he wanted to have street food that evening and was hoping to wait for Ruth Wilcox to come out so he could take her with him.

The two of them could drink a few tall beers—wouldn’t that be joyful?

So, he patiently sat in his car waiting for Ruth Wilcox.

However, just as he pulled out another cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and blew out a smoke ring, suddenly, down the steps of the grand porch, two familiar figures descended.

He had encountered Tyler Nash that morning and was deeply impressed by him, having secretly watched him numerous times with telekinesis.

And as for Ruth Wilcox, he was well aware of every item of clothing, every shoe she wore.

Who else could be coming down the stairs if not Tyler Nash and Ruth Wilcox?

Except, Ruth Wilcox was being half-carried down the steps, and she looked incredibly disheveled, as if she was leaning on Tyler Nash.

“Motherfucker!” Upon seeing this scene, Yusuf Zuck felt blood rushing to his head, and at the same time, he instantly understood the hidden message in Knox Nash calling Ruth Wilcox earlier—turns out Tyler Nash had no good intentions, actually getting Ruth drugged or drunk!

Cigarette in mouth, he charged out like a shot.

.

PS: Invisible – The Super Bodyguard is being serialized.

Please recommend, add to your shelf, and stay updated with the book’s latest information.

Thank you, everyone.