Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 177: Chapter 177: A Woman’s Long Hair

Yet, no matter how terrified she was, nor how unwilling she was to fall asleep, she still couldn’t resist the power of the drug. With an indescribable feeling, she was once again forcibly put into slumber by Ian Linton.

*

Edward Stephens walked all the way to the only office in the entire Linton Clan building that still had lights on.

When he stopped in front of Ian Linton’s vice-president’s office, his expression remained calm. As he was about to use the bank card in his palm to unlock the office door, it suddenly opened with a "click."

Ian Linton’s figure, clad in a shirt, appeared before him.

The air was filled with the warm heat from the air conditioning. The man had his sleeves rolled up, with water still on his hands, and a food stain was present on the white shirt he wore. Seeing Edward Stephens, he didn’t seem too surprised, only looked at him helplessly, "Young Master Edward, if you had called me, I would have let you in."

Edward replied lightly with a "hmm" and then glanced inside the office, "Can I come in?"

Ian Linton stood at the doorway, gazing at Edward Stephens with a look full of helplessness, as if Edward were some naive child.

Edward Stephens appeared extremely composed, as if he weren’t the one intruding here. The bank card danced like a butterfly between his fingers. He raised his chin slightly, demanding Ian to move aside.

Ian Linton asked, "On what grounds are you asking to come in?"

Edward calmly replied, "I suspect you kidnapped my wife. Is that reason sufficient?"

Ian was left speechless, and after a moment, he sighed gently, as if he were too lazy to argue further, and stepped aside.

Edward stepped forward and walked in.

Ian Linton’s office, much like his personality, was elegantly and warmly decorated.

The curtains were beige, with smoke grey tiles laying on the floor. Documents were neatly piled on the desk, offering an unobstructed view.

It seemed fake, like a sample room.

Edward’s gaze swept inch by inch across the office, and then stopped on the handle of the resting room door. He looked up and gave Ian Linton a glance.

shrugged his shoulders,

over, and twisted

scent wafted through the air, and Edward furrowed his brow slightly. For some unknown reason, this scent made his heart

he refocused and swept

and the dripping water on his hands, it was easy to imagine he accidentally spilled food

unchanged, "I accidentally spilled my late-night

floor, smirking slightly, "You eat

door, seemingly

"I know you’re anxious because Director Ginger is missing, but really, Young Master Edward? Suspecting me is one thing, but sneaking into my company at night? If it weren’t for my phone alarm, I

his handsome face showing a hint of sarcasm. He withdrew his gaze and leisurely strolled around the small room,

he said lazily, "I can’t tell you were frightened

reminded when I went to the police station today," Ian responded, "The

a bottle from a corner, and waved it in front

medicine," Ian replied, "I just bought it from the pharmacy. You know

silently opened the bottle, and lightly

the very same scent that permeated the

He asked, "Want me

medicine bottle on the small table, "Hmm... I’m just having a casual look. No need to be so

toured around the room, appearing to find nothing, then

against the distant doorframe, looking at him

walked over, standing before Edward, "but taking it out on

out on

you not blame me for inviting Director Ginger to

not someone who can’t tell right from wrong," replied Edward calmly, "I just think

"Why me?"

at him,

too have important matters to attend to. If you’re free,

a sidelong glance, withdrew his gaze coldly, and

of nonchalance, as if