StartNovelChapter 838
Seeing Sarah like this, Leon finally dropped his suspicions. He figured maybe she'd been too out of it last night to
remember clearly. Maybe she even thought it had all been strick pulled by Zachary.
That thought relaxed him.
He looked at her with burning intensity and asked, "Sarah, what really happened last night? You can tellI'll do
everything | can to help."
Sarah shook her head, her expression firm. "No need, Mr. Spencer. I'll handle it myself. But... how's your
psychological condition these days?"
The sudden mention of his mental health caught him off guard. For a second, he froze then a wave of
satisfaction washed over him.
They both knew the mental illness thing was fake. But the fact that Sarah brought it up herself? That had to
mean she wanted to get closer to him.
Still, something about last night kept nagging at him. He knew exactly how powerful that drug was. He'd used it
in multiple countries—including the most guarded circles of country H-and it had never failed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTrying not to show his unease, he looked at her and asked softly, "It hasn't gotten better. Miss Sanders, do you
happen to have a new treatment method?"
Sarah had been waiting for this opening. She stood up slowly and walked toward him, voice gentle and soothing.
"Mr. Spencer, I've actually been working on a new approach. But I've never tried it on anyone before. Would you
be willing to be my first test subject?"
Leon was already halfway gone just looking at her. Smiling, he said, "Of course. I'll let you do anything you want
to me."
Sarah motioned toward the couch. "Alright, Mr. Spencer, lie down here. Close your eyes and try to completely
clear your mind."
"Okay." He lay down, a little too eager.
The couch had been custom-made overseas-designed specifically for hypnotherapy patients. It was covered in
the softest material and filled with plush cotton padding. The moment Leon sank into it, it felt like he was floating
on a cloud.
Even before Sarah said a word, the comfort alone made him feel like drifting off to sleep.
Her voice was low and lulling. "Mr. Spencer, | want you to picture a dream. You're on a huge stage, under a sky
full of dazzling lights. A woman in a white mermaid gown is walking toward you. Do you see her?"
"I see her. She's smiling," Leon said, a grin slowly spreading across his face
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Sarah kept going, her voice as calm as ever. "Yes, you're dancing. What happens next?"
Leon's tone turned dreamy. "She's looking atso tenderly. Her hand's brushing my cheek..."
Sarah fought back a wave of nausea. She wanted to grab the knife on the desk and stab him right there.
Instead, she silently slipped a pair of earbuds over his ears and pressed play.
It was a banned track-one that lasted ten minutes and had never been released publicly.
Then she leaned in close, whispering something low into his ear-like she was telling a bedtstory.
After a while, she quietly left the room, leaving Leon still lying on the couch, lost in the eerie music.
That night, Leon slowly woke up to darkness.
He called out Sarah's na few times, unsure if she was nearby.
No answer.
Only then did he realize something was off. He sat up, pulled the earbuds off, and hit play again only top them
out and fling them to the floor. The sound was wrong Creepy. Disturbing. s
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Leon eventually made it to bed, but sleep didn't ceasy.
His right hand clutched the bedsheet so tightly his knuckles turned white.
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