When she walked back in, Lyra was scrambling up in a panic, frantically checking her clothes.
Sharon quickly reassured her, "Miss Fairchild, you were asleep the whole time. I've been watching over you."
Seeing that her dress was perfectly intact, Lyra let out a breath of relief. She then rushed to the bathroom to inspect herself further.
There didn't seem to be anything wrong with the rest of her body.
However, as she turned her neck in front of the mirror, she flinched.
It stung!
Looking closely, she noticed a faint prick mark.
From outside the door, Sharon said, "The boss mentioned he gave you an antidote. You might feel a bit uncomfortable for a while."
Hearing this, Lyra yanked the door open and snapped, "Where is that bastard Rowan?"
Sharon blinked, offering an awkward smile. "He already left. He asked me to tell you that what happened before makes you two even."
Furious as she was, Lyra couldn't afford to dwell on it. She scrambled to find her phone. "What time is it? I need to get home."
Sharon quickly turned and handed over her designer bag. "Your phone should be in here. I'll drive you back right now."
Her mind singularly focused on getting home, Lyra ignored everything else and muttered, "Thank you."
The Fairchild family had already called the police. When she pushed open the front door, the living room was filled not only with investigating officers but also with Jayden Ward, the young official she had met only once before.
Lyra had called Delilah on the drive over, but seeing her daughter in person brought tears to her mother's eyes. Delilah pulled her into a tight embrace, demanding to know where she had been.
Lyra's voice remained calm. "Rowan took me."
"The chaos at his engagement party... that was my doing."



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