Chapter 118

The man in the luxury motorhome wore a tailored black suit with a crisp white shirt. His fingers flew across the keyboard as he analyzed the financial reports flashing across his screen.

"Changed your mind about going in? We can leave now if you want," Dominic Blackwood said without looking up from his laptop.

Little Alexander immediately clung to Sebastian's leg. "Uncle Sebastian, take me inside!"

Sebastian chuckled and ruffled the boy's hair.

The motorhome's tinted windows provided complete privacy as it idled illegally at the club's entrance. The doorman eyed the vehicle's diplomatic plates but knew better than to approach.

Other luxury cars were forced to wait behind the imposing vehicle. Their wealthy owners glanced curiously at the motorhome before entering the club, recognizing the unspoken power it represented.

Dominic's sharp jawline tensed as he stared at the screen without seeing it. The dim interior lighting accentuated his stern expression. Only the occasional flicker of his watch's face revealed his growing impatience.

Twenty minutes had passed since Sebastian entered the clubhouse. Evelyn still hadn't emerged.

Upstairs in the VIP lounge, Nathan Kensington cursed under his breath.

His phone buzzed incessantly with angry messages from his so-called friend.

'You promised me that girl tonight! I already let you have my wife last week!'

'Answer your damn phone!'

'One more hour without her and you're out of the group!'

Nathan typed a frantic reply: 'She disappeared! I looked away for one second and she vanished!'

The response came instantly: 'Then ask your coworkers! There's hundreds of people here - someone must have seen her!'

'Do you know how suspicious that would look? This is the top company in our field! I need this job!' Nathan's fingers trembled as he typed.

The reply made him flinch: 'I don't give a damn about your job! I took Viagra an hour ago and if I don't get relief soon, I'm coming to find you instead!'

Nathan was typing another excuse when Yvette Prescott stumbled around the corner, nearly spilling her coffee.

Her designer dress was wrinkled, mascara smudged beneath her tired eyes. The internship party had dragged on too long for the exhausted socialite.

"Whoa there!" Nathan caught her as she swayed. The coffee left a dark stain down her blouse.

Yvette blinked slowly. "M'fine..." Her words slurred as she collapsed against him.

Nathan's mind raced. This wasn't part of the plan. He'd meant to drug Evelyn, not the boss's niece. But with Evelyn missing and his friend demanding results...

He scooped Yvette up, loudly proclaiming for any witnesses, "I told you not to drink so much! What would you do without me?"

His impatient friend waited in the private suite, towel already discarded when he saw Nathan's message with Yvette's photo. The furious reply contained only two words before the threats started.

Meanwhile, Abigail Thornton searched desperately for Evelyn. She turned to Sebastian waiting outside the ladies' room with the children. "This is the last place to check. Wait here."

Isabella patted her brother's hand. "Aunt Evelyn will be okay."

Sebastian had called Abigail immediately upon arriving. Her panic matched his when she admitted Evelyn had vanished from their private room. Both Nathan and Yvette were mysteriously absent too - the two people who'd made Evelyn's life miserable.

Abigail's calls yielded nothing. Yvette had sneered, "Why would I keep track of that nobody?" Nathan claimed he hadn't seen Evelyn either.

Now Abigail burst from the restroom, face pale. "I found her! She's passed out in a stall! I can't wake her up!" She wrung her hands. "Mr. Whitmore... you'll have to carry her out. I can't move her alone."

Sebastian's hand froze on his phone. He wouldn't dare lay hands on Dominic Blackwood's woman.