The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 64

Evelyn gripped the armrest of the sofa, her knuckles turning white from the force. The unnatural heat surged through her veins, feeling like thousands of tiny needles pricking beneath her skin, accompanied by waves of intense dizziness. She bit down hard on her tongue, using the metallic taste of blood and the sharp sting of pain to force a fleeting moment of clarity into her clouded mind.

It was a testosterone propionate derivative heavily laced with high-grade hallucinogens... The pharmacological profiles she had studied flashed rapidly through her brain. The drug's effects were far more aggressive than she anticipated; whoever did this never intended to give her a chance to react. Normal bottled water could never trigger this kind of reaction. The only explanation was that the glass had been spiked before it was handed to her. Lyra... Thinking back on the fleeting smirk in Lyra's eyes, Evelyn now realized it had been brimming with malicious intent.

With a soft click, the heavy, carved wooden door of the lounge was pushed open a crack from the outside.

Evelyn's heart lurched. Operating purely on survival instincts, she gathered every ounce of strength she had left and threw herself into the farthest corner of the room. Her back slammed brutally against the solid wall, drawing a muffled groan from her lips, but the blunt impact managed to shake off a bit more of her grogginess.

A figure slipped into the room and smoothly locked the door behind him.

The intruder was a young man, roughly in his late twenties, dressed in a flashy silver suit with slicked-back hair. He wore a nauseatingly confident smirk, his clouded gaze raking over Evelyn's body—especially lingering on the soaked silk of her dress.

“Ms. Sullivan? Must be terribly boring in here all alone.” He chuckled, taking a slow step toward her. A suffocating mix of cheap cologne and alcohol rolled off him. “I heard you weren't feeling well. Why don't I keep you company, hmm?”

Evelyn immediately recognized him. It was Caleb Vance, a playboy notorious in their social circles for his messy private life and reliance on his family's wealth. He was also a distant relative of the Langfords.

“Get the hell out,” Evelyn snarled, her voice hoarse from the drug and her sheer effort to suppress its effects, but the ice in her tone was unmistakable.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify