Chapter 14 She’s Drugged
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Catherine set the empty glass down. “I have something to take care of. I’ll leave now.”
As she moved to leave, Seth suddenly appeared and approached her.
Catherine frowned, confused. “Who are you?”
Seth, a middle–aged man with a polished look, eyed her up and down, his smile more suggestive than pleasant.
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Celia, putting down her wine, interjected, “Catherine, this is Dr. Webb from the holistic hospital. He knows Miracle C and can convince her to treat Eve.”
Catherine glanced at Seth, raising her eyebrows.
He knows Miracle C? Hmph.
She smirked and asked, “So what?”
The facade of maternal care dropped from Celia’s face. “Catherine, all you need to do is spend one night with Dr. Webb, and Evelyn will be saved.”
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Her mother’s request was revolting–offering her to another man to save Evelyn.
It turned out it was why Celia had called her back.
Before Catherine could react further, a strange heat coursed through her body, leaving her dizzy and weak. Something was
wrong.
Her eyes landed on the wine bottle, and it dawned on her–Celia had drugged her father’s wine.
The disgust rose in Catherine’s chest. How could her mother do this to her?
Her eyes filled with hurt and frustration as she looked at Celia.
She had always tried to do what was right. Why had her mother never loved her?
Avoiding her gaze, Celia turned to Seth. “She’s yours now.”
With a greedy grin, Seth lunged toward Catherine. “You’re a beauty! Let’s see if you’re as wild in bed as you are in looks!”
Celia left without another word.
However, as soon as Celia was gone, Seth collapsed, knocked out by Catherine’s drug.
Catherine’s body burned with the effects of the drug–an intense, relentless heat.
She reached for her waist, searching for the silver needles she always carried–but they were gone.
She must have left them behind at the villa.
In a haze, she rushed back to the villa, her mind clouded by the alcohol and drugs. She hadn’t been back since she left with her luggage.
Entering the master bedroom, she searched for the needles, but they were nowhere to be found. Joan had probably thrown them away while cleaning.
Catherine wasn’t great at handling alcohol, and now, the effects of both the wine and the drug were kicking in. She felt dizzy, and the heat building up in her body was clouding her thoughts.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps outside the door. Was it Reynold?
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Her eyes brightened with hope.
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When Reynold walked in, she couldn’t control her body and immediately collapsed into his arms.
He caught her easily but pursed his lips annoyingly. “Catherine, what are you doing back here?”
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Catherine hadn’t expected him to return so soon. He was dressed in a sharp black suit, freshly returned from outside, the cool air still clinging to his expensive clothes.
Feeling overheated, she instinctively leaned into him, seeking to ease the fire inside her with his cool, commanding presence.
She blinked as she looked at him. “Reynold, help…”
Before she could finish, he gently but firmly pushed her away. He looked at her indifferently. “What’s going on with you?”
Taken aback by his rejection, Catherine suddenly realized how foolish it was to ask for his help. How could he possibly help
her?
“I’ve been drugged.”
“Drugged?” Reynold’s frown deepened. He couldn’t believe how this woman, who always seemed to cause trouble, had landed in such a mess.
“Stay here,” he ordered.
Reynold walked toward the window, pulled out his phone, and dialed a number.
A melodious ringtone sounded. Reynold held the phone and loosened the tie around his neck, letting it hang loosely. The once pristine appearance of the cold, dignified gentleman now had a slightly untidy look, filled with an air of tension.
Catherine couldn’t bring herself to look at him any longer.
The call connected, and Benedict’s voice came through. “What’s up, Reynold?”
Reynold quickly got to the point. “What should be done if a woman is drugged?”
Benedict laughed as if he had been waiting for this moment. “Is it Evelyn who got drugged? Then don’t waste time–just help her out.”
Reynold tightened his grip on the phone. “Quit fooling around.”
Benedict became more serious, “If it’s not Evelyn, have her sit in cold water. It’ll be uncomfortable, but if she can handle it, she’ll be fine. If not, her blood vessels could burst, and she might die.”
Reynold ended the call and turned to face Catherine. “Can you manage a cold shower on your own?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
Without wasting any time, she hurried to the bathroom.
Reynold removed his black suit jacket and was about to relax when he suddenly heard a loud yelp from the bathroom.
Frowning in impatience, he rushed in. “What’s going on?”
Catherine stood under the shower, having already removed her outer coat. She was in a thin camisole dress.
The delicate straps–rested on her smooth, graceful shoulders.
The shower wasn’t running yet. Catherine touched her forehead, her eyes filled with pain and tears as she said, “I hit my
head.”
