Chapter 103

That damned woman, she just could not stay out of trouble. His gaze bore into Nolan, dark and stormy.

Nolan shivered, realizing every kind word he had ever spoken on Whitney’s behalf had gone to waste.

The man’s expressionless face gave nothing away as he strode forward with purposeful steps.

Nolan hurried to keep up, sensing Ludwik was about to explode, and whispered urgently, “Whitney must’ve been set up, man. With all the riffraff around tonight, why on earth would she be talking business? She’d be fawning over you instead, the big shot that you are. Plus, she’s pregnant. We need to get her out of there.”

Ludwik’s heart pounded with suppressed rage that quickly morphed into concern.

Hannah followed, fuming, praying her cousin would not manage to calm Ludwik down.

Elaine lagged behind, her phone vibrating silently. She slipped into a corner to answer it. Her assistant’s voice was frantic. “Elaine, we’ve got trouble. Bryce found the place, and he’s on his way there. I don’t know if Mr. Wendt had enough time to… you know, make Whitney lose the baby…”

Elaine’s brow furrowed.

Then, a sly smile crossed her lips, and she let out a soft, eerie chuckle. “Why is that bad news? Bryce showing up will only spice things up.”

This was turning into a show she would not want to miss!

Mr. Wendt was nothing compared to Bryce. The murderous look Ludwik gave Bryce at the party said it all.

Plus, Whitney, drugged and with three guys? That was going to be a scene to remember!

Excited, Elaine quickly followed the others.

Ludwik rechecked his phone. Why did that damned woman not call him for help? Or was it already too late for

her to even ask?

He pushed through the crowd, arriving at the ground floor guest room. As he raised his leg to kick the door down, it swung open.

“Whitney!” Ludwik stormed in, frowning.

Mr. Wendt was already sprawled on the floor while the bed was a mess. Whitney leaned at the foot of the bed, her body limp and trembling, her gaze barely lucid through the confusion. Blood dripped from her lips, a sight

was refined, and his

has thrown us together tonight. I already gave you my jacket, and now I’m

handcrafted leather shoes chilling the floor beneath

distance, his

and felt her heart jolt. She looked up only to meet his frosty

gaze and turned to see the imposing man at the door; his jawline was chiseled even beneath a silver

seemed

let go of

release her, a force slammed into him, sending

usually calm face turned cold. “And you are?”

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steely gaze on the woman in the

“So, you cry out for him and

Whitney

strength to call for help when she was drugged? Shaking, she said, “I was set

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and he pulled her up

much force that Whitney’s

to be saved by someone else? That’s your excuse for

at a loss for

“Sir, I don’t know who you are, but Ms.

rough Ludwik was with Whitney, Bryce attempted to get

don’t know who I am, go find out. Are you interested in this woman? Unfortunately, I’ve already slept with her. Did she not tell you that before you two started messing around? She’s

have to tear her pride apart and step on it in front of another man?

cold gaze shifted to her. Touching her pink lips with his rough fingers, he said, “Why so

a mocking tone, he continued, “Enough, you said? Then why

L might do next, she said with difficulty, “Mr. Lutz, I’m sorry that you had to witness such an embarrassing situation after saving me.”

eager explanation only made Ludwik’s eyes

around and left.

there,” He

her, he grabbed Bryce’s shirt, threw it on the

ugly at the

his coat over Whitney’s shoulders and commanded, “Felix, tie her up. We’re

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