In the quiet night sky, an A380 airbus was soaring above the clouds.

Meanwhile, Daphne Wallace was groping her way through the passage to the washroom.

Just now, the plane had hit some turbulence, which knocked off her contact lens. Without her lens, she was as blind as a bat in the dark.

After making a few turns, she finally came to a door, but she couldn't see clearly what was written on the door. 

She knocked on the door and asked, "Excuse me, is there anyone inside?"

As soon as she asked that, an extremely deep male voice rang behind the door. "Yes..."

Then, the door opened, and a powerful hand suddenly reached out of the door and pulled her in as fast as lightning!

In just a second, the door was slammed shut. "Bang!"

What was going on? Her heart sank in fear as she turned her head in shock.

This was one of the few suites on the luxury plane. With the aid of the light in the room, she saw a handsome man in front of her.

He had all the characteristics of handsome men; he had an unparalleled handsome face like a star, a world-class body figure like a Mister World, and the dignity of the upper class. In short, he was absolute stunning.

However, his eyes were as cold as the night in winter.

At this moment, the man seemed to be a little abnormal. His breathing was rapid, and he seemed frustrated with raging emotions in his sparkling eyes.

Upon noticing that, Daphne realized that he must have been drugged!

Her first reaction was to run away, but as soon as she lifted her foot, she was pulled back by the man.

As fear clawed her heart, she struggled desperately and shouted, "I don't know you. Let me go!"

"Don't move!" The man's voice was extremely magnetic, but it sounded intimidating.

The feeling of being drugged by his family was absolutely terrible, and he was completely caught off guard!

Having no choice, he hardened his heart and reached out to pull her skirt.

At once, Daphne's eyes widened. Realizing that she was going to be abused, she screamed loudly, "You crazy man!"

Tyrone Blevins immediately covered her mouth with his hand while saying in a cold yet magnetic voice, "Don't shout! There is someone else in this room."

Feeling strange, Daphne looked around the room and found that there was indeed a person in the corner. That person was tied up and was covered with a luxury quilt. Judging from the high heels that was shown, she knew that person must be a woman.

Stunned, Daphne immediately stopped shouting.

However, Tyrone did not stop his action, and he continued to pull her skirt by force.

Soon, a gush of cold air swept past her body, and she hurriedly stretched out her foot to kick his vital parts, but he swiftly lifted his long legs and pressed on both her legs effortlessly. At the same time, he pinned both her hands tightly against the wall.

This was the first time in her life that she had encountered this. Frantic in fear, she implored in a low voice with a pale face, "Please, let me go!"

However, Tyrone turned her down coldly. "No." Although he knew that it was unreasonable to rape a woman, he had no choice but to do that immediately because the drug in his body was burning his soul like magmas. Surely, he would make it up to her after this.

Fury seized Daphne. "Since there is a woman here who can solve your problem, why did you implicate me for no reason?"

In an ambiguous tone, he replied, "That woman is infected with a deadly virus."

Daphne was stunned. What did he say?

Gnawed by the unbearable desire, Tyrone couldn't wait any longer, so he suddenly got on top of her body.