Chapter 563 Sky-High Priced Perfume
"How much?" Wanda asked boldly.
The assistant quoted an astronomical figure. Wanda's face changed instantly. "That expensive?"
"Ambergris is one of the priciest ingredients out there," the assistant explained. "And this perfume has a special formula, making it ten times more effective than regular ones."
Wanda gritted her teeth, thinking about how this could help her seduce George. She finally pulled out her credit card. "It's worth it! If it helps me get George, no price is too high."
"Good luck," the assistant said softly, watching Wanda leave with excitement.
After the studio door closed, Emma emerged from behind a partition.
George, I've done everything I can. Now it's up to you.
What will you do?
Can you resist the temptation?
Wanda stood in front of the full-length mirror in the presidential suite of the Empire View Hotel, carefully checking her makeup. She had put on a nearly transparent silk robe, with only lace lingerie underneath. She sprayed the expensive perfume on her wrists and behind her ears, filling the room with an enticing fragrance.
"George, you can't refuse me tonight," Wanda said to her reflection with a confident smile, dialing George's number.
"George, I found some important issues in your psychological evaluation report," Wanda said in a deliberately low, professional, and concerned voice. "For your privacy, I think it's best to discuss it in person at the hotel. I've already booked a room at the Empire View Hotel."
On the other end, George's voice was calm and distant. "Psychological evaluation? I thought we already did that last time."
"Yes, but this is urgent," Wanda said, nervously twisting the belt of her robe. "I discovered that the medication you're taking might have severe side effects, and we need to adjust your treatment plan immediately."
George was silent for a few seconds.
"Alright, I'll be there in half an hour."
After hanging up, Wanda spun around the room in excitement. She quickly lit several scented candles and sprayed more perfume on the pillows. Everything was ready, just waiting for her prey to take the bait.
Meanwhile, George stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in his private office, his long fingers gently tapping his phone screen. He called his assistant. "Check Wanda's recent activities, especially who she's been in contact with."
After hanging up, George took a small pillbox from his suit pocket and poured out a white pill. It was the latest neuroinhibitor developed by the lab, designed to effectively resist any external interference and keep his mind clear.
"Wanda, are the people behind you finally coming to light?" George sneered, swallowing the pill.
Half an hour later, George arrived at the Empire View Hotel on time. Wearing sunglasses and holding a cane, his steps were unusually steady. The elevator took him straight to the top floor, and he found Wanda's room without any trouble.
The doorbell rang, and Wanda took a deep breath, pulling her robe's neckline even lower before opening the door.
"George, you're here," she said, softening her voice and reaching out to guide him. "Watch the threshold."
George subtly avoided Wanda's touch. "Dr. Salazar, you mentioned an emergency?"
The room was filled with the strong scent of perfume. An ordinary person would have been overwhelmed by now, but George only frowned slightly. The medication was already taking effect, and his mind was exceptionally clear.
"Please, have a seat," Wanda said, guiding him to the sofa and sitting very close. "Want something to drink? I have wine."
"No thanks," George replied, taking off his sunglasses to reveal his sharp eyes. "Let's cut to the chase."
Wanda bit her lip and leaned forward, letting her robe fall open. "Actually, your condition is worse than I thought. Have you been having hallucinations lately?"
George's fingers tightened slightly. This was exactly what he had been investigating—someone seemed to be deliberately causing him to have hallucinations about Emma.
"Dr. Salazar, you seem to know a lot," he said coldly. "Who told you this?"
"I'm a professional psychologist," Wanda said, intimidated by George's gaze. She swallowed nervously and got up to pour wine, taking the opportunity to spray more perfume on herself.
Returning to the sofa, she pretended to trip and fell into George's arms.
"Sorry," Wanda said, feigning panic but deliberately rubbing against him, letting the perfume's scent assault his senses.
George stood up abruptly, causing Wanda to fall awkwardly onto the floor.
"Dr. Salazar," he said with a dangerous tone, "your behavior today is very unprofessional."
Wanda felt dizzy. The perfume's base notes were kicking in, and combined with her own inhalation, the aphrodisiac effect was backfiring. Her cheeks flushed unnaturally, and her breathing became rapid.
"George, I'm so hot," she said, pulling open her robe to reveal more skin. "Help me."
George watched her erratic behavior with cold eyes, suddenly realizing something. He grabbed the perfume bottle from the table, sniffed it carefully, and his expression changed.
"This is Ava's formula? No, there's something else added."
Wanda had completely lost her mind, clinging to him like a snake. "George, want me."
"Who gave you this perfume?" George grabbed her chin, his grip strong enough to almost break bones. "Speak!"
"It was Ava," Wanda mumbled incoherently. "She's jealous of us."
A flash of pain crossed George's eyes, quickly replaced by anger. He roughly threw Wanda onto the sofa. "Who's behind you? Who sent you to get close to me?"
Wanda just laughed foolishly, starting to touch herself. "It feels so bad, help me."
George watched her writhing on the sofa with disgust. He strode to the bathroom, took a bundle of thin rope from the cabinet, and efficiently tied Wanda's hands to the chair.
"George, what are you doing?" Wanda's eyes were glazed, her voice sickeningly sweet. "We can talk this out."
George ignored her, his long fingers deftly tying a knot. He made no effort to hide his precise movements, knowing that Wanda's mind was too clouded to notice that he could see perfectly well.
"Dr. Salazar," George leaned in close, his voice low and dangerous. "Now tell me, who sent you?"
Wanda laughed foolishly, leaning forward to get closer to him. "No one sent me. It's just me, George. I love you."
George stepped back in disgust, taking a handkerchief from his suit pocket to wipe his hands as if he had touched something dirty. This action hurt Wanda, and a flash of pain crossed her eyes.
"You despise me?" Wanda suddenly became agitated. "I've done so much for you, how can you treat me like this?"
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