Right before everything went black, I think I hooked my arm around Edward’s neck. That near–death feeling scared me out of my mind.

When I finally came to, my assistant was sitting beside me, her face full of anxiety as she watched me.

I was lying on the club’s couch, feeling weak and drained, like all my strength had been taken away.

I was still wrapped in that iron–gray suit jacket–every bit of warmth I felt came from it.

“Thank God, Ms. Murphy, you’re finally awake!” my assistant exclaimed, relief flooding her face.

I groggily sat up, and when the suit jacket slid off, I realized I was wearing different clothes.

The torn royal blue dress from earlier was neatly folded and placed next to me, and now I was in an elegant black slip dress that felt expensive.

“Did you change my clothes?” I asked my assistant.

She shook her head. “No, when I came in, you were already lying on the couch. Then that handsome guy had someone come get me and told me to look after you. He said if you didn’t wake up soon, I should take you to the hospital myself.”

I pressed my hand to my forehead, my head still spinning from the alcohol. Honestly, I’d only woken up because I suddenly had to pee.

Without a word, I got up and headed for the bathroom in the private room.

“Ms. Murphy, are you sure you can walk? Do you need me to help you?” my assistant asked, concern in her voice.

“No, I’m good,” I replied, stepping into the bathroom. I stared at my reflection–my hair was a mess, and my lips felt kind of numb.

Then I caught sight of my swollen lips, and my mind freaked out. ‘How did this even happen? Why are my lips all puffy?‘ I thought.

were so squishy, like jelly, and honestly, it felt like one more bite and they’d split and start bleeding. They were

swollen.

My lips were swollen, my clothes had been changed by someone else, and I immediately checked the rest

God, nothing

bathroom, two female attendants entered. One of them, clearly the one in charge,

you changed my clothes? Who told you

Jennings asked us to,” the manager

weight lift off my shoulders. If it was them who changed my clothes, then it really wasn’t a big deal.

her, I asked, “How long was

“About ten minutes

in the hallway, it was 8:50, and now

onto the couch, emotionally numb. I asked

home, the first thing I did was take a shower. I tossed the clothes I’d changed out of into

with me.

Chapter 479

I pulled out my phone, scrolled through my chat

him a

But Edward didn’t reply.

hard against my temples, desperately trying

for any details.

! saw Richie Wallace get beaten nearly to a pulp, honestly, I was scared out

alcohol clouding my head and Edward’s

my phone, but

sent me a

his hands behind his back, dressed in a classic black–and–white shirt and suit. He was strikingly handsome and masculine- so

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