Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 412

The official then offered him a toast, suggesting that Quentin could just use tea instead of alcohol.

Quentin glanced at the tea. Under these circumstances, refusing would seem undeniably arrogant, so he took a sip.

"Commissioner, what kind of tea is this?" Quentin asked before drinking.

The official playing host leaned in with a secretive smile. "It's an herbal brew, great for your health."

Quentin raised the cup and downed it. "Then I'll substitute wine with tea. Thank you for your recognition, Commissioner."

The official was overjoyed, clapping Quentin on the shoulder. "That's the spirit, Boss! Keep contributing to our city's economic growth!"

After downing a few more cups of tea.

Quentin felt something was slightly off.

His body temperature was steadily rising, and from deep within, an unexplainable urge and sudden rush of excitement surged through his veins.

He immediately knew the tea was spiked.

But he couldn't snap and cause a scene right there. He had already downed three cups; the drug's effects had undoubtedly stacked.

Under the table, Quentin dug his fingers ruthlessly into his own thigh.

Trying desperately to keep himself conscious.

He gave an order to his assistant: "Book a room in the hotel. I need to rest."

Quentin planned to take a freezing shower and wait it out; he absolutely refused to let this drug hijack his mind.

He could have simply rushed home and found his release with Madeline.

But treating Madeline like an outlet for some animalistic, drug-induced rut felt deeply disrespectful to her.

He didn't want that, so he chose to endure it.

"And find the fastest available traditional medicine doctor for an emergency house call."

"Understood, Boss," his assistant replied instantly.

Soon, Quentin entered his room at The Imperial State Hotel.