This woman needs a lesson.
How dare she follow him here.
Doesn't she know that the place he hates the most is wherever she appears?
It was always like this before. Wherever he went, she would follow saying, "Brandan," "Brandan" incessantly, so annoying.
She's practically a shadow!
He just couldn't understand why Iris, who always treated others with indifference, was so persistent towards him! What did she see in him, should he change?
Thinking about this made Brandan Hyde feel even more troubled, and he took a sip of his drink.
He's really fed up with her!
*
After Iris Harris finished that drink, the man let go of her and stepped aside.
But the way he and the others exchanged smiles always made her uneasy, though she didn't think much of it. She didn't like this kind of messy place and planned to leave immediately after delivering the medicine.
Iris took a gentle breath and walked towards Brandan Hyde, who was sitting there talking to Alex Hawk, not even glancing at her.
Iris knew he was deliberately ignoring her. Though she was long used to his attitude, she couldn't help but feel a bit sad. She pursed her lips slightly, intending to hand him the medicine and leave.
But in the next moment, with a "boom!", a strange heat rose from her abdomen, Iris's eyes quickly contracted, and her somewhat pale face suddenly turned red!
Her whole body trembled slightly, the heat made her vision a bit hazy, in that instant, she understood something—there was something wrong with the drink!
No wonder...
Those people insisted she drank...
No wonder...
After she drank, those people had the look of enjoying a good show...
So, the drink had been drugged!
Did Brandan Hyde know all this?
Iris Harris no longer had the heart to think about such things. She had never felt this way before, unable to tell whether it was pain or something else, only feeling fear. She took a step back, wanting to run, but couldn't move her feet. Her legs were weak, her heart racing as if it would leap out of her throat.
She stumbled, nearly falling, feeling someone helped her up, "Iris, are you okay?"
It was Alex Hawk's voice.
But even ordinary contact was torment to her at that moment, Iris Harris shook off his hand, her body falling backward out of inertia, collapsing to the floor, tightly curling up beside the wall.
Suddenly, she felt very sad.
Not sad because Brandan Hyde was letting her drink that glass of wine, watching her helplessly.
Sad because perhaps this was Brandan Hyde's revenge, his standing up for Viola Harris.
Making her so embarrassed and losing face.
Drugging a woman to make her show this kind of disgrace in public, this couldn't simply be described as revenge.
He truly hated her.
Iris Harris bit her lip tightly, tears rolling down from the corner of her eyes, hot as well.
She tremblingly took out her phone from her pocket, pressed the emergency button, and said in a shaking voice to the person on the line, "Help...help me..."
*
Alex Hawk saw Iris Harris lying on the ground, realizing something bad had happened.
Taking that kind of drug, if an allergic reaction occurred, it could be fatal.
He looked at Brandan Hyde, unable to resist advising, "Brandan, stop fooling around. I'll call 911."
Brandan Hyde didn't say anything, only furrowed his brows a bit, his gaze falling on the pitiful Iris Harris curled up in the corner.