Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You

Rickey and Pierre were both stunned.

“Had a thief managed to infiltrate the villa?”

Pierre stepped forward, checked their conditions, and quickly noticed small needle puncture wounds on their necks.

“It appears they were all anesthetized.

”

Lucinda’s expression grew increasingly grave.

It appeared that the individual responsible for gathering them in the darkness and then anesthetizing three people at once was someone they were familiar with.

“Bring the three of them to the living room first.

Try to revive them and ask what happened,” she instructed.

With that, she swiftly entered the villa, ascended to the second floor, and pushed open the door to Nathaniel’s room.

He was seated on the edge of the bed, clad in a thin silk shirt that he was buttoning up.

Upon seeing Lucinda enter, he gaped in astonishment.

Hastily finishing the buttons, he inquired, “Why have you returned? Weren’t you dining with Kyson?”

Lucinda took a deep breath, feeling a bit winded from running.

She entered the room, still wearing her high heels.

Stopping before Nathaniel, she narrowed her eyes, grasped his chin, and leaned in closer.

Nathaniel looked as vigorous as ever, peering back up at her.

Observing the shift in his demeanor, she furrowed her brow.

She had only been gone for just over ten minutes, but he suddenly appeared much better.

What had he been doing in the interim?

As they were in such proximity, Lucinda detected the scent of blood emanating from him.

Moreover, his normally pallid lips bore a deep red mark, which was peculiar.

She brought her nose up to his mouth and sniffed.

Indeed, the odor of blood was present.

With her face so close to his, he held his breath, for the tip of her nose was nearly touching his lips.

If he were to seize this opportunity and ki*s her now, he might be risking a severe beating.

He refrained.

Nathaniel was lost in thought, but Lucinda slowly straightened up and stared at him intently.

“Did you vomit blood?” she asked in a serious tone, noticing the scent of blood on him.

It was a question and a test.