He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 568

He always planned ahead.

Soon, his tall figure vanished into the hotel's sprawling interior.

...

Inside the ballroom, Helena exchanged a few polite pleasantries with key clients before preparing to leave.

Barely thirty minutes had passed, but as she stepped out of the hall, her legs felt unnervingly weak.

A strange heat radiated through her body.

Seapearl City had already entered early autumn; the days were warm, but the nights were cool and crisp. Coupled with the hotel's air conditioning, it should have been impossible to feel so flushed.

She frowned.

The heat was escalating rapidly, making her head spin.

A sharp sense of dread washed over her.

Over the past three years, IGM had grown into an industry titan, painting a massive target on its back in Coralia.

She was used to fending off corporate sabotage.

But because she maintained a low profile, barely anyone knew her true identity. Julian's airtight security had kept her safe.

Now that they had gone public, the number of eyes on her had skyrocketed.

An ambush was entirely plausible.

But—

Heavy, frantic footsteps echoed behind her.

"Hurry up! She went this way. Grab her and get her out of here!"

"Let's see how the Campbells defend a ruined woman. Once she's destroyed, IGM is ours."

...

Helena remained remarkably poised.

She knew she had been drugged.

Without looking back, she forced herself toward the elevators.

If she could just get downstairs and find her assistant, she would be safe.

Unless her assistant had already been lured away.

Her mind raced, calculating her options.

But the fiery drug tearing through her veins was overpowering her senses.

Her steps grew sluggish and uncoordinated.

The footsteps closed in fast.

"Suite 3003, sir." He handed it over.

Sebastian grunted in acknowledgment.

He held her tightly against his chest.

Carter quickly rushed ahead to unlock the door.

He couldn't help but steal a glance at his boss.

He was dying to know who the woman was.

But Sebastian had her face buried in his shoulder, shielding her from view.

Carter knew better than anyone how monk-like his boss had been over the last five years. He hadn't touched Janetta once; their marriage was a hollow sham.

If it weren't for Kyle, he never would have married her.

As for other women trying to throw themselves at him, he treated them like dirt.

Yet here he was, voluntarily holding a woman in his arms.

For the first time in years, Carter saw raw panic etched on his boss's face.

It was an undeniable mark of deep care.

His curiosity skyrocketed.