Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 152: Take Me Somewhere Safe

Natalie finished the juice slowly, chatting with Albert, but suddenly, a strange sensation crept over her. Her hand holding the glass began to tremble. She swallowed hard, an unsettling feeling spreading through her.

Placing the glass down on the table, she glanced at her hands—her fingers were quivering, and the tips felt uncomfortably hot. A strange heaviness began to settle over her body, making her feel increasingly disoriented. She exhaled sharply, distressed.

"Are you alright, Natalie?" Albert asked, noticing her unease.

Natalie abruptly stood up. "I... need to... visit the washroom..."

"Hurry up, then," Albert said, but Natalie was already rushing away.

John, sensing something was off, followed closely behind. "Ms. Natalie, what’s wrong?"

Natalie didn’t answer and kept walking, heading directly toward the washrooms—she knew exactly where they were; this wasn’t her first time at the event hall.

Following her, John quickly pulled out his cellphone and sent a message. Natalie entered the washroom while John stayed outside, feeling worried.

Inside, she closed the door behind her and leaned over the washbasin, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was flushed, and whatever was in her drink was taking effect far faster than she’d anticipated.

She knew there was no way she could slip out of the event unnoticed—not with so many people and members of the media swarming the hotel.

She splashed water on her face repeatedly, trying to steady herself. I need to stay sane. This drug... it’s messing with my senses too fast.

Her breathing grew shallow, and her limbs began to feel heavy and uncooperative.

Snatching a few tissues, she dabbed her face hurriedly and stumbled out of the washroom.

"John..." she gasped weakly, her voice trembling.

John anxiously watched as Natalie leaned against the wall for support. "You’ve been drugged," he said, anger simmering beneath his calm exterior.

"Take me somewhere safe... somewhere

the only

and reached out to help, but Natalie flinched. "Don’t touch me," she whispered

then, they heard a group of girls approaching

like

and she are the perfect

go," she urged, hurrying forward as best

she hadn’t pushed him away earlier, he

coming in short, heavy gasps. Her steps

her. "I know what’s happening to you. But you

and, this time, allowed him to

John’s touch started to feel strangely comforting—too comforting. She fought against the urge to lean into him, reminding herself, I

staff member—a woman—noticed them as they made their

everything alright?" she asked, concern in

replied curtly,

are rooms

her pocket and handed it to John. "The elevator is right

and gave the staff a curt

immediately. John guided Natalie inside as the hotel staff

indicated on the keycard. As soon as the doors closed, Natalie stumbled to the far corner

to focus, she managed to speak. "That staff... it’s

John replied curtly. "I’m not taking you to that floor." His voice was steady,

pressed against the corner, her breaths coming in quick gasps. A moment

asked, her voice shaky and labored. The confined space, the drug taking hold, and

trap. The safest place is the top floor—private suites. People who stay there prefers to

at his phone, responding to a few urgent messages. "And don’t worry—there’s no door in this world that I can’t open.