A Night's Mistake: The Besotted CEO's Obsession

Chapter 82

"I can't let anyone else see my injury," Anthony continued.

Cynthia moved her fingers and found that the cloth under her palm was wet.

Cynthia wanted to refuse. This man gave her a feeling that he was too dangerous and she didn't want to have too much contact with him.

She wanted to leave, but although the man was injured, the strength of his arm was still like an iron clamp.

Anthony was honorable, so Cynthia didn't struggle too obviously.

Queena, who had been admiring Anthony's face, found something wrong.

In Queena's eyes, Cynthia was Liam's woman and no one was allowed to touch her.

Queena loved admiring beautiful men, but she never crossed the line.

Queena was pissed off and was about to rush forward.

At this moment, the bright banquet hall suddenly turned dark.

The crowd began to clamor.

The host went onto the stage to maintain order.

"I'm sorry, but there will be a blackout for a few minutes due to repairs to the hotel's electrical lines. For your protection, please stand where you are and don't move."

In the chaos, Cynthia was taken out of the banquet hall.

In fact, she could escape with her strength, but what happened tonight was too coincidental as if someone had manipulated it.

So, she wanted to figure out what was going on.

If there was a potential danger, Cynthia must eliminate it in advance lest it jeopardize her life at some point in the future. Queena freaked out in the dark.

At the thought of Mr. Clara, who dared to take advantage of Cynthia blatantly just now, she couldn't help but worry about Cynthia. Queena stumbled over in Cynthia's direction but found no one there.

A bad feeling flashed through her mind. She quickly took out her cell phone and called Liam.

At the moment, Liam had just arrived back at Regalian Garden. When he got the call, he was parking his car.

"Liam, Cynthia was kidnapped," Queena said in a trembling voice.

Liam's heart skipped a beat at Queena's words.

"What did you say?" Liam blurted out.

Queena told him what had happened today in detail.

Liam put his phone on speaker and started the car again.

"Give me the address," snapped Liam.

"Lynaso Hotel," stammered Queena.

After getting the address, Liam accelerated through the city and ran several stoplights.

The roar of the car attracted the attention of the passers-by around.

Fortunately, it was at night and there were not many cars on the road.

Soon, Liam arrived at the Lynaso Hotel, and before he had time to pull into the parking lot, he got out of the car and rushed inside.

At this time, the lounge next to the banquet was brightly lit.

"Mr. Clara, what do you want?" asked Cynthia in a dry voice.

Cynthia looked warily at the people who came into the room.

These guys were tall and strong. It was obvious that they weren't ordinary bodyguards.

Cynthia could smell blood on them. They must be dangerous.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Sitting in the chair, Anthony's clothes were wet from the blood seeping from his wound.

However, he refused the help of the doctor next to him.

Anthony looked at Cynthia with a smile and said, "Ms. Larson, can you help me?"

Cynthia snapped, "Sorry but I'm not a professional. Maybe you should let the doctor next to you help you, Mr. Clara."

The doctor didn't dare to say anything.

"I believe you," Anthony grinned, but his eyes were cold.

Cynthia glanced at the bodyguards around her.

Anthony immediately explained, "Ms. Larson, don't worry. These men are only here to keep me safe, and they won't hurt you."

Anthony kept smiling, but his smile was daunting, and Cynthia couldn't tell what he was thinking.

She came to Anthony step by step cautiously.

Anthony's shirt had been taken off, revealing his hot body and tanned skin.

In addition, the blood oozing from his chest was a bit abnormal.

Cynthia untied the blood-soaked bandage, and the wound inside was bleeding.

She smelled a familiar scent.

All of a sudden, she remembered something.

This perfume was extracted from a kind of bug that could make people lose consciousness for a short period of time, and the effect would be doubled if it was mixed with blood.

If this perfume was poured on the wound, it would be hard to detect and cause a terrible effect.

It caused heavy bleeding and the wounds would be difficult to heal.

However, it was a forbidden drug and shouldn't be in the city.

Resisting the dizziness, Cynthia asked seriously, "Mr. Clara, why are you doing this? What made you do this even if you had to hurt yourself?"

Ignoring his bleeding wound, Anthony just kept staring at Cynthia's pretty face with a crazy look in his eyes. He said slowly, "Ms. Larson, don't worry. I'm doing all this just to confirm something to you."

He went on, "Don't resist, or I will hurt you."

"Bullshit," Cynthia called out. She pinched her nails hard into her palm to keep herself sober.

When she was about to turn around and leave, those bodyguards immediately surrounded her.

Cynthia was dizzy as hell, but she was holding on.

The bodyguards had no choice but to stop Cynthia by force.

"Fuck off!" shouted Cynthia.

Anthony stood up, his eyes red. Then he shouted at the bodyguards.

The bodyguards retreated in fear as if they had seen some monster.

With no one stopping her, Cynthia stumbled out but was held in Cynthia's arms.

Anthony said coldly, "I told you not to resist."

Cynthia turned to attack Anthony but were easily subdued.

After a few rounds, Cynthia was sweating. The scent she inhaled into her lungs and soaked into the deepest part of her body with her movements.

Cynthia had to bite her tongue to keep awake.

The only thought in her mind was that she couldn't pass out.

"No, I don't... I don't... I don't know you. Why... Why... Why... Do you do that?" Cynthia stammered.

Cynthia could hardly hold on.

Anthony held Cynthia's wrist and kissed it gently.

Anthony sneered, "My girl disobeyed me and ran away from me. I'm going to find her so she can never escape."

His smile was creepy.

The frantic look on his face gave Cynthia the creeps.

She was losing her consciousness, and she wouldn't be able to escape if she didn't get away now.

She thought of Liam, who was still waiting for her.

She couldn't allow her hard-earned happiness to be destroyed.

She bit her teeth hard on the tongue, and her mouth immediately filled with the smell of blood.

In the moment she was briefly conscious, she summoned all the strength she could muster to deliver a heavy blow to the man's wound.

Anthony's body shook with pain and instead of letting go of Cynthia, he just took her deeper into his arms.

Anthony muttered, "Be a good girl. I don't wanna hurt you."