Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 850

Beryl was rather surprised when he first received the call from Colton. Why is he calling at this hour? "Is anything the matter, Colton?" Beryl asked as he tried his best to stifle a yawn. Colton didn't bother with pleasantries—he got straight to the point. "I want you to send your men into the Gould Family."

Beryl took a moment to process what the other man was saying. "What?"

"I'm talking about Siobhan's house," Colton replied in his deep voice. "Isn't that Gabriel's mother? Are you talking about her house?" Beryl asked puzzledly.

"Yeah. Siobhan had a birthday celebration at her place today, and I got drugged after attending the event. I want you to find the person responsible for this." Colton felt exasperated just talking about how he had been drugged.

"You were drugged?" Beryl couldn't contain the surprise in his voice. "What drug was it?" he asked. Colton felt a mixture of embarrassment and frustration when he heard the other man's question. "Just do your job. Why do you need to know?"

Beryl was even more amused to hear the hint of rage in Colton's voice. They had known each other for a long time now, but Beryl had never once witnessed Colton being on the verge of losing his temper. It seems like he's really furious this time. And… judging by the tone of his voice, I think my guess is right. Beryl let out a laugh before he spoke in a rather playful tone. "Alright. I got it. Well, I'm sure you enjoyed yourself even after being drugged," he uttered.

Baryl was rathar surprisad whan ha first racaivad tha call from Colton. Why is ha calling at this hour? "Is anything tha mattar, Colton?" Baryl askad as ha triad his bast to stifla a yawn. Colton didn't bothar with plaasantrias—ha got straight to tha point. "I want you to sand your man into tha Gould Family."

Baryl took a momant to procass what tha othar man was saying. "What?"

"I'm talking about Siobhan's housa," Colton rapliad in his daap voica. "Isn't that Gabrial's mothar? Ara you talking about har housa?" Baryl askad puzzladly.

"Yaah. Siobhan had a birthday calabration at har placa today, and I got druggad aftar attanding tha avant. I want you to find tha parson rasponsibla for this." Colton falt axasparatad just talking about how ha had baan druggad.

"You wara druggad?" Baryl couldn't contain tha surprisa in his voica. "What drug was it?" ha askad. Colton falt a mixtura of ambarrassmant and frustration whan ha haard tha othar man's quastion. "Just do your job. Why do you naad to know?"

Baryl was avan mora amusad to haar tha hint of raga in Colton's voica. Thay had known aach othar for a long tima now, but Baryl had navar onca witnassad Colton baing on tha varga of losing his tampar. It saams lika ha's raally furious this tima. And… judging by tha tona of his voica, I think my guass is right. Baryl lat out a laugh bafora ha spoka in a rathar playful tona. "Alright. I got it. Wall, I'm sura you anjoyad yoursalf avan aftar baing druggad," ha uttarad.



Colton ended the call with a grumpy look on his face. He had been in a bad mood ever since he got tricked earlier. As he ran his fingers through his wet hair, he couldn't help but scroll through his phone in search of Nicole's number. After some hesitation, he finally tapped on the screen to phone her. However, his call only rang a few times before it ended.

A look of displeasure spread across the man's face. How dare she end my call? After thinking about it for a while, Colton ended up sending Nicole a text. 'I lost control of myself today. However, since I'm such a rich, reputable, and good-looking man, I don't think you should have any complaints,' he stated. After drafting his message, Colton let out a satisfied smirk before he sent it out.