Chapter 81: Gambling

"Stop... I can't breathe, Harry."

Harry's muscular arm, with bulging veins, tightly grasped Emma's neck, easily lifting her entire body. His eyes resembled a lost demon, growling as he spoke to her, "Quickly, bring more drugs here!"

Emma struggled, clawing fiercely at his hand, but he seemed impervious to pain. She gasped, weakly pleading with every breath, "Please, Harry... Wake up!"

Emma's legs kicked wildly in the air. Her gaze focused on the bedside lamp, and she cleverly knocked it down to the floor, creating a loud noise.

In less than a minute, the door suddenly opened. Vincent quickly ran over and pulled Harry's hand away, "What are you doing? Let go!"

It took three or four guards working together to restrain Harry. His eyes turned a fierce red, his face pale, and he continuously growled in a menacing manner.

Emma clutched her throat in pain. Her chest ached as she witnessed Harry's current state.

With a stinging sensation in her nose, she held back tears and turned to Vincent,