Chapter 300: Stages of abnormal
"I wonder who will she pick tonight? You, her best friend for the longest time, or her other friend, Michael?"
Kenzo knitted his brows and asked, "You know Michael?"
But the answer he was expecting didn’t come. Instead, he watched Quentin lift his hand and point his fingertips at him.
"Out," Quentin whispered and, like a switch, Kenzo stopped moving altogether.
Kenzo felt like his entire body was glued to the chair, only his eyes were moving.
"Interesting," Quentin rocked his head. "You retained consciousness. No wonder I smell Turstin from you. You met him today?"
Kenzo wanted to ask what was going on or what did Quentin do to him. But alas, he couldn’t even open his mouth. All he could do was stare at him with wide, shaky eyes.
Quentin smiled subtly, staring at him as if he was simply admiring a painting. "How pitiful, isn’t it, Kenzo?"
’Pitiful? What pitiful?’ Kenzo mentally screamed, he was mentally struggling to move. He was internally panicking, but on the outside, he was just frozen. ’Quentin! Let me move! What did you put in my food?’
Was this a drug effect? How did he do it? When? Kenzo had all these sorts of things that could explain his sudden loss of motor skills. But alas, he also knew Quentin didn’t touch his food from the start until now.
"Filomena... all those lifetimes, she is either ruined by herself or by me," Quentin sighed. "What a pitiful being. Born to be destroyed yet, she kept fighting and fighting — she almost makes me cry."