The Real Heiress Is Coming Back (Hannah Carter) novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Chapter 41

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“No, I don’t want to go to the police station.” Susie broke down completely as she was handcuffed and led away, utterly overwhelmed and disoriented.

She was just delivering Hannah. ‘How did I end up lying on the bed?’ she wondered.

She only remembered trying to pry Hannah’s hand free when suddenly her vision blurred and her whole body went weak.

When she woke up, Hannah was gone.

Susie couldn’t understand how Hannah could have escaped after drinking the spiked juice she prepared.

One thing she was certain of: Hannah must have tampered with her drink and caused her to pass out.

The elevator dinged, arriving at the first floor.

As the doors opened, a swarm of reporters and media rushed in, live-streaming, snapping photos, and shouting questions, drawing a crowd.

One reporter recognized the disheveled Susie. “Ms. Scott, you’re engaged, so why were you caught checking into a hotel with another guy?”

“Ms. Scott, does this mean your engagement with Mr. Baker is off?”

“Does Mr. Baker know you’re cheating on him?”

Susie’s status as the Scott heiress rested on her engagement to Jasper.

If the Baker family learned about this, not only would her engagement and dreams of high society collapse, but she might also lose her heiress position altogether.

“I’m not. You’re all lying. Stop filming. Please stop,” Susie cried hysterically.

She had originally intended to watch Hannah be arrested on charges of prostitution and anonymously leak the story to the media for tonight’s headlines.

But instead, she ended up digging her own grave.

It was all Hannah’s fault.

*****

Meanwhile, Dorian was on the first floor of Deaxen Hotel, drinking with clients.

Moments ago, he had been boasting to them about his daughter blossoming, her engagement to Jasper, and the company’s stable finances, reassuring them to continue the partnership.

But the next moment, Susie was dragged out by the police on prostitution charges, surrounded by reporters.

“Mr. Scott, your daughter really is something else,” someone said.

“Engaged to the Baker family on one hand, while hooking up with the Korain Group’s CEO on the other. Mr. Scott’s daughter sure knows how to keep busy,” a man chimed in.

“I think this deal should be put on hold until you get your daughter under control, Mr. Scott,” one of the clients whispered.

Dorian’s face turned gloomy. Embarrassed beyond belief, he wished he could just disappear.

Setting down his glass, he apologized profusely and hurried off to bail her out.

Dorian brought a lawyer to the police station and managed to get Susie and Finlo released under the pretense of a misunderstanding.

Finlo remained sullen throughout, signing the papers and leaving immediately without giving Dorian a chance to explain.

The Korain Group’s 1.5 million investment was lost just like that.

Scott Group now faced a public relations crisis; employees were unpaid, mortgage loans were overdue, and Aurelia’s medical bills were unpaid.

Dorian’s face was very dark.

“Dad, I’m sorry.” Susie tugged on Dorian’s shirt after getting into the car.

“How did things end up like this?” Dorian asked, scowling.

“It’s all Hannah’s fault. She set me up, drugged me, and made Mr. Grent mistake me for her,” Susie said bitterly, tears full of resentment in her

eyes.

“Bed? Hannah knocked you out and carried you to Mr. Grent’s bed?” Dorian snapped angrily.

“Yes,” she said.

Suddenly, Dorian’s expression darkened with fury. “You said it was just about keeping him company over drinks. How did it turn into sleeping with him?”

Susie immediately realized she’d let something slip.

At first, when she suggested to Dorian that Hannah accompany Finlo for drinks to secure the investment, she made it clear it was strictly for appearances. That was why Dorian agreed.

That didn’t mean he was some kind-hearted guy.

Dorian cared too much about reputation. No matter how much he disliked Hannah, he would never openly send his own daughter to someone’s bed to invite gossip.

“It’s Hannah. Like before with that punk, she deliberately seduced Mr. Grent into booking a room. I tried to stop her, but she outsmarted me,” Susie hurried to explain.

Smack. Dorian slapped her hard.

Susie’s head hit the car window, leaving a clear handprint on her cheek.

“Even if Hannah’s sly, why would she scheme against you for no reason?” Dorian gritted his teeth.

“She and I-” Susie froze, realizing the more she explained, the closer she got to the truth. She stopped talking, covering her face as tears spilled down.

She tried to cheat the system but ended up digging her own grave, nearly sacrificing her own innocence and dragging Dorian’s reputation through the mud. Naturally, Dorian took out his anger on her.

Already frustrated, she crying only made him more irritable. He growled, “Enough crying. I’ll have Wade find someone to pull the story.

“To be safe, you’d better give Jasper a heads-up, or the Baker family might cut off the company’s last business.”

“Yes,” Susie choked out.

“But don’t think this is over. With Mr. Grent’s investment gone and the company struggling for cash flow, tomorrow I’m putting the Westside property up for sale through an agent,” Dorian said.

That Westside property was part of Dorian’s dowry gift to her, worth about 1.5 million.

Susie’s heart ached terribly, but she didn’t dare refuse, her nails digging into her palms in frustration.

*****

The penthouse suite 8888 was on the top floor of Deaxen Hotel.

Splash.

A large hand yanked Hannah out of the bathtub.

“Who told you to come in here?” she shivered, unaware of when Barnaby had barged in.

She didn’t want him to see her in such a miserable state.

“If I didn’t come in, you would have drowned yourself,” Barnaby said, his eyes showing a mix of seven parts concern and three parts irritation.

Her face was pale from the cold, her lips colorless, her long hair plastered wet against her skin, making her look even more ghostly.

Water droplets slid down her neck. Her light gray uniform was soaked through, clinging tightly to her sexy figure.

There was a faint, unsettling kind of sexiness in her fragile state.

Barnaby suddenly felt his throat dry up.

Hannah kept silent.

When she drank that juice, she had already numbed her senses ahead of time.

But the drug hit harder than she expected.

By chance, as she escaped from the room, she bumped into Barnaby.

“Still feeling unwell?” Barnaby asked.

Hannah shook her head, trying to get up by pushing on the bathtub, but her whole body felt weak and wouldn’t cooperate.

Barnaby bent down and lifted her out of the tub.

His shirt quickly soaked through with cold water, but Hannah’s body was freezing; she could clearly feel his warmth against her.

Where their bodies touched, the heat was intense.

She felt uncomfortable and tried to struggle free. “Put me down.”

“Don’t move. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee what might happen.” Barnaby held her tight, his tone firm and commanding.

Hannah’s heart skipped a beat, remembering Shadow’s warning. “Men are all cunning.” Her sudden nervousness caught her off guard.

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