“Mr. Mitchell, please do not worry. I grew up acclimated to potent elixirs; I can withstand it.
Our focus should remain on the bigger picture.”
The minor incident appeared to pass without fanfare, yet beneath the surface, Hannah sensed a subtle surge of warmth.
Seated next to Bryson, Hannah gripped the wine glass with a semblance of composure, her facade serene, though her trembling fingers betrayed her facade.
A surge of warmth radiated from her lower belly and Hannah raised her hand, biting her own finger with a fierce determination!
Hannah’s grip on her wine glass wavered, causing a few drops to spill. She steadied her hand by grabbing her wrist with the other hand.
Fortunately, no one caught the moment. She shifted to find support against the couch for a bit.
The couch’s cool leather touched her bare skin but did nothing to cool her internal heat. On the contrary, it intensified her feeling of discomfort!
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Even she wasn’t immune to whatever had been mixed into the wine.
Nigel was truly loathsome!
Nigel, busy making toasts, threw a lascivious glance her way.
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“It looks like you’re already tipsy, judging by that flushed face of yours. Don’t worry, I won’t make it hard for you. Guys, take her to sober up.”
Nodding to two nearby bodyguards, Nigel indicated they should escort Hannah out.
However, Bryson draped his arm protectively around Hannah and met the gaze of the bodyguards with an icy stare.
“She’s with me now. I haven’t given permission for her to leave.”
Nigel’s scheme crumbled, and a fleeting look of disappointment flashed across his face before he forced a smile.
“Mr. Mitchell, you make a good point. I’ve got plenty of staff here.
If you want her, she’s yours.”
Nigel’s eyes drifted away from Hannah. After all, the world was full of beautiful women!
Yet, this one could not make it out of here alive.
The room darkened as the night wore on and a private call pulled Nigel away. The party had mostly dispersed.
Despite her disoriented state, Hannah felt something was wrong.
Even though she felt weakened, she locked eyes with Bryson and warned, “Mr. Mitchell, something’s not right!”
From his waistband, Bryson pulled out a gun and handed it to Hannah.