Chapter 119

Abigail rushed back to the restroom after informing Sebastian about the situation.

"Evelyn! Wake up!"

No matter how hard she shook or called, Evelyn remained unconscious, her head lolling to one side without response.

Panic gripped Abigail's heart.

Outside, Sebastian immediately notified his boss.

"Uncle Sebastian, can I go in?" Alexander fidgeted anxiously, unable to enter the women's restroom.

Sebastian shook his head. "Wait for your father. You can enter with him."

Each passing second felt like eternity as Alexander stared at the elevator doors.

Isabella slipped past Uncle Sebastian and darted into the restroom.

Following Abigail's voice, she found Aunt Evelyn slumped on the floor. The little girl crouched down, wrapping her chubby arms around Evelyn's neck. Her face crumpled as tears began falling.

"Aunt Evie...waaah..."

While trying to rouse Evelyn, Abigail had to comfort the sobbing child simultaneously.

Dominic arrived and located the restroom.

Sebastian led the way but remained outside.

Hearing footsteps, Abigail looked up to see her grim-faced boss entering. His sharp eyes scanned each stall before finding theirs. Relief washed over her when Mr. Blackwood lifted Evelyn from the floor without hesitation.

Somehow, having a powerful man like her boss take charge made everything feel manageable. Evelyn would be okay now.

Abigail gathered Isabella and followed them out.

"Find out exactly what happened!" Dominic ordered Sebastian before heading to the elevator.

Sebastian handed Alexander to Abigail. "Do you have a driver's license?"

She nodded quickly.

Sebastian gave her the car keys. "Take the children down to the car." Understanding he needed to investigate, Abigail assured him, "Don't worry, Mr. Whitmore." She ushered the twins toward the elevator. "Come on, let's catch up to Daddy."

Sebastian located the club manager.

After explanations, the manager immediately arranged access to security footage.

Meanwhile, in another club room...

Nathan dragged Yvette inside and tossed her onto the bed. Turning to his friend, he apologized, "My bad, she got away. Next time? There'll definitely be a next time."

His friend handed Nathan a beer. They clinked bottles and drank.

"Next time then," his friend said. "Not my type anyway. Could find dozens like her for pocket change."

Nathan froze mid-sip.

"Your problem now." His friend clapped Nathan's shoulder, laughed, and left.

Alone, Nathan stared at Yvette uncertainly.

She didn't interest him. Honestly, girls like Yvette were a dime a dozen - typical influencer types with nothing special.

Approaching the bed, Nathan intended to remove her shoes, cover her with a blanket, and let her sleep it off. Tomorrow he'd claim she got drunk and he'd kindly gotten her a room.

But when his fingers brushed her ankle, heat flared behind his eyes. His gaze traveled up her calves against his will.

From her thighs, his eyes rose further.

Yvette's short skirt had ridden up dangerously.

Nathan released her ankle, staring at her rising and falling chest. He pulled her upright.

Yvette remained limp, completely unresponsive. An evil thought took root.

His phone vibrated.

Nathan checked the message from his friend: 'Took Viagra for your ex but got blue-balled. Now you get to suffer like I did.'

Even with a woman present, that strong a dose wouldn't be satisfied quickly.

Generally, Nathan hated the idea of being drugged into nonconsensual sex.

In the security room...

Sebastian saw Yvette being carried off by Nathan.

He recognized Yvette but didn't care enough to intervene, assuming it was a consensual hookup.

The footage showed Yvette entering the restroom with Evelyn. What happened inside remained unclear.

Fortunately, a cleaner had entered.

Sebastian questioned her.

The cleaner recounted hearing the rich girl verbally abusing the poorer one at length.

"Can you swear to this?" the manager pressed seriously.

Any incident here could force the club's immediate closure if T Corporation's CEO demanded it.

The cleaner nodded firmly. "Every word's true."

The picture became clearer.

Downtown...

In the luxurious penthouse near corporate headquarters...

Abigail stood in the living room.

Evelyn slept in the bedroom, watched over by the twins sitting vigil on the floor as if she were their birth mother. Dominic hovered protectively, his intense gaze fixed on Evelyn's face.

"She'll wake by morning. Likely ingested a modified sleeping pill," the doctor tactfully diagnosed.

The twins sighed in relief at the news.

Hearing movement in the bedroom, Abigail called Sebastian instead of disturbing them. Whispering her update, she asked, "What now?"

"Don't disturb the family. Drive the doctor back. Leave the Bentley at your place tonight - I'll collect it tomorrow."

Abigail gasped. "A Bentley RV? At my place? If anything happens to it-"

Sebastian had already hung up.

Frustrated, Abigail tossed her phone onto a cushion.

Alone with Evelyn and the twins, Dominic loosened his tie and glared at the children. "Go wash up and sleep in your rooms, or I'll have Uncle Sebastian take you back to the estate."

"Daddy," Isabella asked innocently, tugging his pants, "are you sleeping with Aunt Evie tonight?"