Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97: Least Expected Guest

Shadron’s hands slowly slipped from Dorrent’s shoulders, his fingers losing their strength as his arms dropped limply to his sides. His jaw remained wide open, his mind trying to process the unbelievable piece of data his best friend had just thrown into the air. He blinked his eyes, staring at the towering, wet-haired billionaire as if a complete stranger had just materialized inside the grand hallway.

"What... what the hell do you mean by that, Dorrent?!" Shadron asked, his voice cracking into a stunned, breathless whisper . "The only woman who can get you hard? Are you telling me that...while the entire high district was calling you the untouchable king of the corporate world... you’ve been dealing with—"

"I don’t have a single second of time to sit down and talk about my medical history right now, Shadron!" Dorrent roared back, his voice cutting through his friend’s question . He buttoned two loose loops of his dark shirt with his left hand, his face a tight mask of execution. "We are going to talk about this disaster later, after I have solved the main problem at hand, getting Jannah treated and bringing her system back from the brink of collapse! Move out of my way!"

Just as Shadron’s expression shifted from shock back into a protective line of defense, preparing to lunge forward and grab Dorrent’s arm to stop him from running out into a death trap, a loud sound echoed from the grand driveway outside.

The crunch of high-end tires slamming to a sudden halt directly in front of the main entrance doors made both Alphas instantly freeze.

Through the reinforced glass panels of the foyer doors, the sleek, customized crimson chassis of a luxury sedan pulled into view. A split second later, the driver-side door clicked open, and a statuesque, exceptionally beautiful woman stepped out onto the stone driveway. It was Joanne Moscow, the elite beauty queen. She was wearing a perfectly tailored designer trench coat, her long golden hair falling across her shoulders in immaculate waves, but her stunning features were tight with an unusual layer of stress. In her right hand, she was tightly clutching the handle of a large leather suitcase.

The front doors were thrown open, and Joanne stepped into the grand foyer, her high heels clicking against the polished marble floorboards.

"Dorrent, thank goodness you are actually home," Joanne began, her voice a smooth, elegant melody that immediately cut through the toxic cloud of Alpha pheromones lingering in the air. She stopped dead in her tracks, her beautiful eyes widening in surprise as she evaluated the disorganized scene before her. Dorrent was standing there with his chest half-bare, his hair dripping wet from a rushed shower, his silver eyes swamped with a dangerous crimson light, while Shadron looked completely pale and disheveled in his clean robe. "What on earth is going on here? Why do the two of you look like you are preparing to fight a literal war at this hour of the morning?"

Shadron slowly turned his head away from Dorrent, his brow furrowing into confusion as he looked at the suitcase resting against the beauty queen’s leg. "Joanne... what a total surprise to see you here. Dorrent, were you actually expecting your girlfriend to arrive at the estate today?"

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