“The bartender was assigned to put drugs into two glasses of drink. One was a sleeping pill, while the other was a stimulant."
Frank's heart raced instantly. He remembered that the girl he had slept with was lying in submission, just like someone who had been drugged to sleep, while he had turned into a ferocious monster who had forgotten everything. He only cared about his raging libido that night.
‘If the girl drank the sleeping pill, is she also a victim? That girl who resembles Kara or maybe ... Kara Martin herself?’
“Who paid him to frame me?” Frank asked with wide eyes. He subconsciously held his breath as he waited for an answer.
“Your assumption is wrong, Sir. Nobody meant to frame you. Both drugs were intended for other people.”
Frank flinched. His mouth hung open, but no so
