After returning to the room, Charlotte got into the shower.
As she stood beneath the showerhead and felt the warmth of the water on her skin, she could not help frowning when she recalled what had happened.
The look in Jim's eyes, as well as the way h e had held her against the sofa, made her feel fearful every time she thought of it.
This man . was far too dangerous.
The drug that Rosalyn had concocted had worked perfectly. Otherwise, Jim would not have treated Luna that way, nor would h e treat Bonnie so cruelly today.
However, the drug could only make him believe Charlotte's every word after losing his memories, and it could not change his personality or true nature at all.
What he had done to her downstairs was out of his true nature.
The more Charlotte thought about this, the more fearful she became.
She had just gotten back together with Jim for a few days, so she could not allow a small issue like this drive a wedge between them.
After coming out of the shower, Charlotte quickly took out her phone and dialed Roanne's number while drying her hair.
"Roanne, didn't I tell you previously to mix all the remaining medication and bring it t o me? Don't you dare forget."
As long as the concentration of the drug was enough, she had absolute control over Jim with a hitch!
Roanne furrowed her brows when she heard this. "Charlotte, I've already told you that even though we don’t have an antidote now, we still have to prepare for the worst.
"What if Rosalyn wakes up from her coma? I suggest that we should save up the rest of the drug..."
Charlotte narrowed her eyes. "Roanne, have I been treating you too well lately, so much so that you think you're better than me now?
"Remember, you're just an orphan that I took pity on and brought home with me. Because of this, you owe your life to me and have to do everything I say!
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