Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

He also knew that since the other party had used all means to drug him, it was impossible for him to just ask a waiter to follow him. There must be follow-up actions...

Suddenly, as if he could no longer bear the suffocating feeling, he stretched out one hand to his collar and roughly pulled the tie that bound him.

His fingers turned white due to the force, and he pulled the tie out of his collar with all his strength.

The tie was pulled loose and deformed, but he was still not satisfied. He pulled it off with both hands and threw it aside fiercely. Then, he gasped heavily, his collar opened, revealing his strong chest, which was heaving.

At this moment, he seemed like a beast that had just escaped from a cage, and he urgently needed fresh air to fill his inner anxiety.

The phone rang at this time.

Before he came, he brought a private phone hidden in the drawer. Only his private phone had a ringtone set and was not muted.

Lance tried to mobilize every bit of remaining reason to fight against the effect of the drug. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, using the pain to stay awake, and tried to calmly find his phone from his body and turn over the caller ID.

It was that familiar number.

He picked up the phone: "Hello."

The simple greeting took all his self-control, his voice was hoarse and mixed with the sound of burning breath.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for half a second, and then the girl's voice like a cold pond and ice spring came from the receiver, slightly reducing the heat torture on his body.

"Where?"

"A... fire escape?" He was actually in the mood to joke.

But the person on the other end of the phone obviously didn't have the patience, and asked directly: "Can you turn on the location of your phone?"

"Yeah." Lance calmed down and leaned against the wall. On the ground was the follower who had just been knocked unconscious by his neat hand knife, and he responded in a low voice.

"Turn on your sharing and send me your location."

"I'll come find you."

"No..." He forced himself to stay awake, frowned and said just one word. Before he could finish, he heard the girl's almost irritable impatient voice: "Don't talk nonsense, send it to me quickly!"

A trace of helplessness flashed across his eyes, but his hand took away the phone and turned on the sharing, and sent his location.

The girl's steady voice came from the other side: "Wait for me there, don't go anywhere, I'll be there soon."

"Yeah." Lance's consciousness began to blur, but there was a strong will burning deep in his heart.

He desperately wanted to get rid of the desire that was surging like a tide, pinching his palm tightly with his hand, even if his palm was red, swollen and bleeding, he refused to stop.

He tried to use this extreme method to distract his attention and resist the erosion of the drug.

Even at this point, he still didn't want to worry the person on the other end of the phone. He gritted his teeth and could still talk to the girl on the other end of the phone in a nonchalant tone.

"You won't hang up?"

He even chuckled and whispered: "Don't you feel bad about the phone bill?"

"Shut up!"

Qiao Nian could hear something wrong in his suppressed tone, and her heart seemed to be squeezed by an invisible big hand.

"You don't have to talk if you don't want to."

Her mood was also affected, not as calm as usual, and she was tinged with a little anxiety that she didn't even notice.

Rarely did she express her emotions so directly.

"I didn't hang up the phone just to make sure you were safe."