After a few seconds, her reason couldn’t overcome the demon inside her body, she wanted to escape.
So, she started to walk down the corridor, supporting herself against the wall, not daring to look back.
She cursed Lydia Ingram under her breath, "Tampering with the drink, I’ll kill you."
Justin Kingston saw her stagger, something was definitely wrong, and since she was alone here, recalling that they were once colleagues, he put his hands in his pockets and walked forward.
Justin had just passed that door when it opened again, and as soon as Lydia stepped out, she saw that cool, formidable figure.
She furrowed her brow, Justin?!
Like being shocked, she hurriedly stepped back into the private room, calming herself for a few seconds before cautiously sticking her head out again.
Justin coming here? This was something Lydia had not anticipated.
The relief-decorated corridor was filled with fragrance.
Monica Usher stopped again, turning around and leaning painfully against the wall, lowering her eyes as she massaged her temples.
Suddenly, her actions paused as her eyes landed on a pair of Gucci shoes, Justin’s favorite brand, and his figure appeared in her mind once more.
She had come tonight hoping for a chance encounter with him, haha... she’s really hallucinating.
"You were drugged?" Justin saw it at a glance.
The familiar low, magnetic voice struck her ears like a jolt, and Monica Usher suddenly raised her eyes, meeting Justin’s gaze squarely.
Just looking at him like that, Monica was both overjoyed and frustrated, for a moment, she wondered if it was a dream, "Justin?"
"It’s me." The man was calm.
But the smile on the woman’s face gradually disappeared, she was a bit lost and aggrieved, her heart filled with contradictions.
Justin asked her, "Who did it?" As he glanced around, Lydia quickly pulled back her head, not being seen by him.
But Justin had a guess in his heart, who else but Lydia?
These few words moved Monica, her nose tingling as she thought, maybe he does care about her?
Justin took out his phone, about to make a call.
Monica pushed him, "What are you doing?!" Does this have to be made public?
"You are in danger, I’m finding someone to take you to the hospital." Still calm, revealing no urgency.
This heavily dampened her spirits, "I don’t need your help!"
Why find someone else?
Couldn’t he take her?
If he truly cared! He doesn’t care about her!!
Justin held the phone, meeting her resentful gaze, "Are you sure you don’t need my help?"
"Get out of here! I don’t want to see you!" Monica instantly hated him, "Did you come here to deliberately bother me? Knew Lydia would target me? Here to watch the show?"
"Think whatever you like." Justin held his phone, patiently asking, "Need me to call?"
Monica only knew, if it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t be entangled with Lydia.
Knew there was something wrong with the drink, that’s why she came out...
"You are in danger," Justin reminded her, "You need to go to the hospital immediately."
"If you can’t take me, you’re finding someone else? Are you sure I’ll make it to the hospital safely?" Monica knew all about men, "Justin, I’m very aware there’s something wrong with the drink."
"Then why did you drink?" he asked.
"I only knew after drinking." Monica leaned against the wall, her eyes beginning to blur, "I don’t want to take someone else’s car, I want to go with you!" Read full story at novel·fiɾe·net
Justin, a veteran in business for years, looked at the woman’s flushed face with his cold, deep eyes, "That’s impossible."
He put away his phone and turned to leave.
"..." Looking at his departing back, Monica’s heart shattered into pieces.
Even at a time , he still left?
Watching this scene from the doorway, Lydia found it unbelievable; Justin just left?
After some time, ensuring Justin wouldn’t return, Lydia stepped out, heading towards the feverish woman leaning against the wall.