Chapter 37
Alexander King shot Lucas Laurier an annoyed glare before ruffling Lily White’s hair affectionately. “Ignore him. He’s always been cold. You’ll get used to it.”
Stepping out of the private room, Ethan Sullivan pulled out his phone. The screen was blank—no messages, no missed calls.
He remembered how Evelyn Sullivan used to text him reminders during business dinners and leave hangover medicine by the entrance. Now, even if he stayed out all night, she wouldn’t bat an eye.
A chill flashed in his eyes as he was about to pocket his phone, when a glint of silver caught his attention.
It was the custom-made phone he’d gifted Evelyn last year—one of a kind in the entire city.
“Stop!” His fingers clamped around the stranger’s wrist, voice icy. “Where did you get this?”
Daniel Sterling never expected to run into Evelyn at the Grand View. Her flushed cheeks and glazed eyes made it obvious—she’d been drugged.
Without hesitation, he whisked her to his suite and called his agent. “Get a female doctor here. Now!”
Hanging up, he paced anxiously before checking on her. The sight in the bedroom froze him in place.
Evelyn writhed on the tangled sheets, her collar undone, revealing pale skin. Her usually bright eyes were clouded as she tugged weakly at her clothes.
“So hot…”
Daniel’s throat tightened. He spun around abruptly. “Hold on. The doctor’s coming.”
He fled the room, each second stretching unbearably. When the doctor still hadn’t arrived after fifteen minutes, he turned to check again.
BANG!
The door burst open. Ethan stormed in, his gaze razor-sharp. “Where’s Evelyn?”
Daniel blocked the bedroom. “This is my suite, Mr. Sullivan.”
Ethan shoved past him. Bodyguards immediately restrained Daniel.
The moment Ethan opened the bedroom door, his pupils contracted. He slammed it shut and reemerged moments later with Evelyn securely wrapped in a blanket.
“If you had any part in this,” Ethan gripped Daniel’s jaw, voice lethally calm, “I’ll make you wish you were dead.”
In the penthouse, Evelyn continued to twist restlessly. Watching her struggle against the drugs, Ethan’s chest burned with fury at what could’ve happened had he arrived later.
He tossed her onto the bed. The impact briefly cleared her haze before the heat consumed her again.
“Help me…” Her fingers clawed at her collar, skin flushed pink.
Ethan pinned her wrists, leaning dangerously close. “Be specific. How exactly should I help?”
