Johnson strolled towards Stephanie and she felt like melting from his aura. Why hadn’t she stayed under that table?

Her memory went back to her first encounter with Nathan, the knee-weakening effect. She remembered how everyone had sipped the wine then fainted a few minutes later.

A wolf had groaned “wolfsbane” before fainting. Why had it worked on Nathan if he wasn’t a werewolf? He should’ve been the one chasing after his bid.

“Hello, Stephanie Ernest. Eldest daughter of that brave military official who’s wasting away at the hospital.” Johnson sniffed, swinging the bid.

Stephanie's lips were pressed together, her eyes bulging. She breathed slowly. “Don’t dare speak of my...