Freya whispered, "Can you... bear it?"

Her face flushed after speaking.

"I can't bear it. I'll take care of you in the car," he said, adjusting his tie as if it were a hindrance.

Freya shivered and softly protested, "You're not allowed to."

"It depends on how well-behaved you are."

He replied, then heading towards the exit.

Juliet followed behind, feeling extremely anxious as she watched them about to leave.

She had anticipated Bradley would opt for convenience and get a room upstairs, but he was leaving with Freya in his arms.

If that was the case, her plan couldn't proceed.

She couldn't let him leave like this.

She wanted to catch up with them.

Suddenly, a slender figure intercepted her.

Juliet was about to scold the person to move away when they spoke first.

"Juliet, the celebration is ending. Let me take you back."

Juliet didn't expect Xavier to appear here.

His presence made things even more complicated.

She drugged Bradley. If Bradley just left like this, wouldn't it mean that Freya would be benefited in vain.

Moreover, Lance should have felt the effects of the drug too. If Freya wasn't present, how could the drama continue?

Juliet winced in pain, clutching her stomach suddenly.

"Xavier, my stomach... it hurts so much."

As she spoke, blood began to flow down her thighs, her face turning pale.

Xavier frowned.

He quickly offered his support. "Let me take you to the hospital."

Despite her pregnancy, sudden bleeding was unusual.

In pain and with a hazy consciousness, Juliet pleaded, "Xavier, don't abandon me. I will behave."

Seeing her condition, Xavier didn't know whether it was an act or not, and he wasn't sure of what to do.

The blood flow increased.

He immediately lift her and call Bradley.

At that moment, Bradley had just placed Freya in the car.

At that moment, Bradley had just placed Freya in the car.

His phone rang, and he answered, "What's the matter?"

"Juliet is suddenly bleeding heavily. The situation doesn't look good."

Bradley's evil intentions waned upon hearing this. He clenched the phone tightly, veins bulging on his hand.

"Where are you?"

"I'm on the way to the hospital with her. She keeps calling your name in her delirium."

"Take care of her first. I'll come over later."

As Xavier was driving, the phone was on speaker, and Juliet heard every word.

She bit her lip until it turned blue, blood seeping out.

He couldn't come right away. What did he intend to do?

Did he still want to be with Freya before coming to see her?

Juliet's eyebrows furrowed with hatred. She clenched her fists, unwilling to accept this outcome.

Tonight, she deliberately drank alcohol and ate food that could induce miscarriage. Though the amount was small, it was enough to trigger a threatened miscarriage.

Even after all this, that man still didn't come immediately.

Juliet knew her plan had failed. She had hoped to be with him tonight, but instead, Freya benefited.

Hatred consumed her, staining her eyes red.

But she refused to accept defeat.

She reached for her phone and sent out the pre-written message.

In the dark night.

The clouds obscured any moonlight.

Harry drove cautiously, headlights piercing through the darkness on the way back.

Due to the effects of the drug, Bradley was incredibly restless. To prevent him from losing control in the car, Freya administered several sedative injections.

Although the silver needles could temporarily suppress the drug's potency, they couldn't hold out for long.

Both Bradley and Freya were sweating profusely throughout the journey.

Bradley would occasionally approach Freya, teasing her, and she had to stay vigilant and resist his advances. If she relaxed even a little bit, he would immediately tear her bones apart.

Even if she were to agree to anything, she insisted on waiting until they reached home.

"Freya, have you made up your mind?"

Bradley leaned back, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes glowing sinisterly.

"Let's talk about it later, at home."

Harry was here, is it really okay to discuss this kind of thing in such a naive way?

"Juliet is experiencing miscarriage. I might need to see her later. So think about it now."

Bradley's voice was hoarse. He didn't care about the child's safety. What he cared about was saving Juliet's life.

Even if he didn't have any feelings for her, he still had to keep the only bloodline of the Jordan family.

This was the promise he made while kneeling in front of the graves of more than a hundred members of the Jordan family.

He would do what he promised.

"Then go see her first. Maybe you can get treated at the hospital."

Freya suggested, still undecided on her response.

So the best way now is to go to the hospital and calm him down quickly.

"Are you rejecting me, refusing to become my true wife?"

He tugged at his collar irritably.

Two buttons were broken, exposing his strong chest muscles.

Freya couldn't resist his charm.

At this moment, his male charm was simply irresistible.

Just as she was thinking this, the car suddenly made a sharp turn, causing Freya to lose her balance and fall into Bradley's chest.

With a muffled groan, he quickly caught her and pulled her into his arms.

"Harry, what's going on?"

"There's a car suddenly stopped on the side of the road up ahead. It was too dark to see clearly, and we almost crashed into it."

Harry wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Drive carefully, slow down a bit, it's okay."

Harry didn't want to slow down. If he did, the president might lose control again. Who knew, he might even witness a live sex scene later.

Bradley was indeed uncomfortable at the moment, with the fragrance in his arms and his body burning with lust. He felt like he couldn't hold on much longer.

just as he was about to push Freya down, Harry suddenly slammed on the brakes again.

Just as Bradley was about to get angry, Harry made a sharp turn and the car lost control and hit the roadside.

Tree branches pierced through the window, directly stabbing into his arm, and the whole car was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Freya…"

The pain brought him back to his senses. He saw Freya in his arms, her forehead covered in blood.

She didn't respond at all; she seemed to have fallen into unconsciousness.

Harry, sitting in the driver's seat, was also badly injured, his consciousness blurred, his whole body covered in blood.

In the darkness.

A dark figure lurked behind the trees, watching everything coldly.

The phone screen lit up, and he quickly replied to a text message.

"It's done."

…

The celebration was coming to an end.

Lance went to the upstairs room because he was feeling unwell.

He was burning with lust all over, and his body was burning fiercely.

Even if he didn't know what he had drunk, he knew he had been drugged.

Damn it!

Someone actually drugged him at his banquet.

"Ivan, pull up all the surveillance footage. We need to find out who did this."

"Yes, Mr. Fenton."

Ivan didn't expect such an incident would happen suddenly.

Seeing Lance covered in sweat, he asked cautiously, "Mr. Fenton, would you like me to arrange company for you?"