Meng Jingwei's red lips curved slightly, unfazed by Anthony's words.
"I came today to inquire about my two children. If you don't want to say, then forget it."
She paused for a few seconds. "As for cooperation, do you think I would cooperate with the murderer of my husband?"
Only a fool would try to get something from a tiger.
Meng Jingwei couldn't understand why Anthony thought she was so foolish as to entertain the idea of cooperation.
"Heh."
Anthony, as steady as a mountain, swirled the red wine in his goblet, his sapphire eyes fixed on the swirling red liquid. He completely ignored Meng Jingwei.
It seemed as if he was supremely confident about the cooperation.
Seeing that he had no intention of answering, Meng Jingwei stood up to leave.
However, the moment she stood, her vision went black, and she collapsed onto the sofa, utterly drained of strength.
In just an instant, Meng Jingwei felt her entire body weaken, unable to muster any strength, finding it even difficult to stand up.
"You, you... what did you do to me?"
She glared furiously at Anthony, demanding an answer.
But with all her might, her voice was barely a whisper.
"Hahahaha... you, you, your cleverness has led to your downfall." Anthony laughed, tilting his head back. "Knowing you are smart, that's why I used a special, colorless, and odorless incense."
He raised his hand slightly, swirling his goblet, and signaled to Meng Jingwei. "Here, this wine is the best antidote. I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it."
Anthony put the antidote in the wine and poured a glass for Meng Jingwei.
However, he was certain that with Meng Jingwei's cautious nature, she would never drink it.
As expected, everything unfolded as he predicted.
Meng Jingwei's gaze fixed chillingly on Anthony, then she looked at the glass of red wine on the table. She struggled to lift her hand to reach for the wine, but no matter how hard she tried, her hand wouldn't move.
The feeling of powerlessness was like desperately struggling in a nightmare, but ultimately to no avail.
"My... bodyguard is at the door. Anthony... I advise you not to bring trouble upon yourself." She warned him.
"Hahahaha... that dullard of a bodyguard? He's already been led away by my men using a diversion tactic. I daresay, he won't live past tonight."
As he spoke, he raised his goblet and drank all the red wine.
He placed the cup heavily on the table, ran a hand through his short golden hair, and with a lecherous grin, stood up and walked towards Meng Jingwei. He picked her up from the sofa and carried her towards the inner bedroom.
As she was held close to him, the strong smell of alcohol emanating from him made her nauseous.
Meng Jingwei desperately wanted to escape, but her body was weak, and she was like a fish on a chopping board, at his mercy.
That feeling was truly devastating and maddening.
She could only silently pray in her heart for Qing Muye to return quickly.
Upon entering the bedroom, she was placed on the bed. Beside the bed stood a tripod, and on it was a camera.
The same old trick.
Such a clumsy tactic, Meng Jingwei didn't know how many women Anthony had dealt with this way, but she truly felt he deserved to die.
The man sat on the edge of the bed, pinched Meng Jingwei's cheeks, leaned in, and sniffed her neck. "Wow, what a fragrant woman. So different from that cheap slut Li Yun'er, who's been with every man under the sun."
His thumb brushed her chin. "Do you know how long I've desired you?"
"Get lost, don't touch me!"
Meng Jingwei tried to turn her head, but she couldn't muster the strength to break free from his hands. "You like men, don't you? Get away from me."
"Hahaha, yes, you really do know me. However, this prince never rejects women either. Hahaha..."