Chapter 75

The moment the door closed, Emily Smith's back was already drenched in cold sweat. Mia Harris leaned weakly against her shoulder, cheeks flushed an unnatural red.

"Well, if it isn't Secretary Smith?" Olivia Davis swirled the juice in her crystal glass, her red lips curling into a mocking smirk.

Emily dug her nails into her palms. She should have known—Vivian Lu's malicious eyes had been full of ill intent when they crossed paths in the elevator.

"Miss Davis, what a pleasant surprise," Emily forced a smile, shielding Mia behind her.

Whistles erupted around the private room. A silver-haired man sauntered forward, tilting Emily's chin with his fingers. "Olivia, this one's got some fire."

"Lucas Lu!" Olivia suddenly smashed her glass. "Who said you could touch her?"

Shards of glass scattered. Emily seized the chance to reach for her phone, but someone behind her grabbed her wrist.

"Calling the cops?" The man sneered, snatching the phone and hurling it into the corner.

Mia suddenly trembled violently, sliding toward the floor. Emily caught her in panic, realizing her pupils were dilated.

"What did you give her?!"

Olivia smoothed her skirt with deliberate calm. "No need to rush. The fun's just beginning." She jerked her chin toward the door. "Lock it."

At that critical moment, the door burst open. George Taylor stood in the doorway, phone raised, its camera trained on the scene.

"Wow, quite the party," he said, shaking the phone. "I just went live. The audience thinks Miss Davis really knows how to entertain."

Olivia's face paled. "George, have you lost your mind?"

"You're the crazy ones." George strode in, yanking Emily toward him. "Daring to lay hands on what's mine?"

Emily caught on instantly, pressing into his arms. "They drugged Mia..."

"Bullshit!" Lucas lunged for the phone, but George sidestepped him.

"Still live, Mr. Lu," George said coldly. "Want me to let the viewers judge?"

Chaos erupted in the room. Seizing the moment, George whispered to Emily, "Hold your friend. We're leaving."

The three stumbled out of the bar, Mia barely conscious. George scooped her up and shoved her into the backseat of his sports car.

The emergency room lights glared stark white. After administering a sedative, the doctor shook his head. "Another half hour, and this dosage could've been fatal."

Emily's tears finally fell. She fumbled for her cracked phone, but William Johnson's number wouldn't connect.

"Stop calling." George handed her a hot coffee. "He flew to Zurich this morning." Seeing her pale face, he added, "But Olivia crossed the line this time. My brother won't let her off."

Outside, neon lights still flickered. Emily stared at Mia's unconscious form on the hospital bed, her nails carving deep crescents into her palms.