Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 152

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.

a faint nod. "Take me somewhere safe...

only person she could

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

then, they heard a group of

like

she are the perfect

urged, hurrying forward as

earlier, he would’ve just carried her—it would’ve been so

struggling to walk, her breath coming in

happening to you. But you need

and, this time, allowed

and even John’s touch started to feel strangely comforting—too comforting. She fought against the

woman—noticed them as they

she asked, concern in her

replied

the staff member insisted, following them. "There are rooms reserved for Ford family

her pocket and handed

gave the staff a curt

John guided Natalie inside as the hotel staff called after them, "Take

floor indicated on the keycard. As soon as the doors

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

to that floor." His voice was steady, his focus laser-sharp. All that mattered now was getting Natalie to

the designated floor. The doors slid open, but John didn’t move. Natalie stayed pressed against the corner, her breaths coming

are we going?" Natalie asked, her voice shaky and labored. The confined space, the drug taking hold, and John’s presence so close—it

sensing her struggle, answered calmly. "We can’t stay on the floor where they set the trap. The safest place is the top floor—private suites. People who stay there prefers to away

worry—there’s no door in this world that I can’t open. Whether the room is empty or occupied, it’ll be

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