Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 792:

Allan gripped his hand firmly. “Listen. You need to go inside. If you’re missing too, she’ll get suspicious. Just tell her I had an urgent work matter.”

“But, sir…”

Just then, the driver pulled up.

Allan gave Alban a firm look. “Go. Make sure she doesn’t start looking for me.”noveldrama

Just as Rachel was about to search again, Alban approached her quickly. “Ms. Marsh, Mr. Vance had to step out for an urgent matter. I’ll escort you home.”

Before he could say another word, his phone buzzed sharply. He picked it up, only to hear the driver’s panicked voice. “Mr. Vance just fainted!”

“I’ll be right there.” Alban lowered his voice in an attempt to suppress his panic. He turned to Rachel. “Ms. Marsh…”

“If it’s something urgent, you should go and take care of it.”

Soon after they had left, Rachel also prepared to leave, but someone stopped her.

“Why are you leaving so soon, Ms. Marsh? Come on, there’s no rush. Let’s have some drinks together!”

The man’s intentions clearly went beyond simple friendliness, and Rachel had no interest in getting tangled up with his type. “Sorry, I don’t handle alcohol very well.”

The man burped and said with malice, “You’re acting all high and mighty with me now, huh? Just because people are being nice to you doesn’t mean you’re anyone special, you know. You’re not fooling me. You only got to where you are now by sleeping with Allan Vance. If not for him, would you even have become a director? Since he left early, as his companion, it’s only right that you take his place and drink with me.”

𝙇ⲁ𝓉𝖊𝓼𝓉 с𝖍ⲁρ𝓉𝗲𝓇𝓈 𝖌𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈𝖛𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗼𝗺

“You’re drunk!” Rachel snapped, not wanting to waste time with him. Seeing that she was about to walk away, the man reached out and grabbed her arm.

Rachel gritted her teeth. She hated the situation she was in, but this man was still a business partner. It would do her no good to strain the company’s relationship with him.

“Fine! I want to get this over with, so I’ll drink. But only three glasses—after that, I’m leaving, and you won’t stop me.”

“Sure, sure!” the man said gleefully as a malicious smile spread across his face.

As Rachel downed the first glass, he waved one of his men over. When she picked up the second glass, the man leaned in to whisper something to his subordinate. Then, just as she put the third glass down, she found herself surrounded by black-clad men.

“I’ve got to hand it to you. You drink like a champ!” one of these men exclaimed. “Have a drink with me next!”

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