Lost in Mr. Preston's Temptation

Steve wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingers, wanting to stand up.

However, Ethan had kicked hard. His internal organs were racked with pain, but he gritted his teeth and after a while finally stood up.

Looking at the woman in Ethan's arms, Steve's eyes darkened, and a sense of possessiveness filled his heart.

He spoke slowly, "Mr. Preston, to you, Clara is nothing more than a diversion. With a wave of your hand, people will continuously send such diversions to you."

"Let's talk about cooperation." Steve raised his hand and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. "I just want her."

Ethan showed a disdainful expression. "Who do you think you are? To talk about cooperation with me?"

Clara who was in Ethan's arms, suddenly twisted, muttered something vaguely, and rubbed her head on Ethan's suit.

Seeing that she was acting abnormally, Ethan didn't want to talk to Steve anymore. He picked her up and left the guest room.

Steve's face darkened. He strode forward and reached out to grab Clara's wrist.

Ethan acted like he had already known what Steve wanted to do. Before Steve could touch her, and while holding Clara, he turned around and viciously kicked Steve in the chest. The kick knocked Steve to the ground, and he was unable to get up.

"Mr. Preston." Soon, several men in police uniforms hurried into the guest room.

"Steve Lane attempted to rape my wife. Send him to the police station and lock him up!" Ethan coldly ordered the officers and turned to leave.

In fact, even if Ethan hadn't said anything, just by looking at Clara in his arms with her hair in a mess, they could already deduce what had happened.

The police officers hurried into the room and handcuffed Steve Lane.

George was in a suite upstairs taking care of Baxter's wound. Ethan seeing that Clara seemed to have been drugged, took the elevator to find George upstairs.

Clara was restless. She wrapped her arms around the man's neck and pressed her lips against his neck.

"Uncle..." The woman was breathing heavily. She kissed him on his neck. "You smell so good..."

Uncle?

A few cracks appeared in Ethan's cold expression, and he looked a little uneasy.

He pushed his head to the right, trying to avoid her kiss.

However, in the end, Clara got close to her and kissed him fiercely. She grumbled: "Don't hide, uncle. Let me kiss you..."

She piously kissed the tip of his Adam's apple.

The elevator space was so small Ethan could clearly smell her. His lower abdomen gradually heated up...

In the hotel suite, Donny was standing in front of the closed door with a frown.

George stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and was talking to someone on his phone. "Yes, in the small grid on the right side of the freezer, that tube of blue medicine!" "Send it to the hotel inside ten minutes!"

George hurriedly gave the order. When he hung up the phone, he heard the doorbell ringing.

It just so happened that his position was close to the door, so he strode forward and opened it to see Ethan standing outside the door holding Clara in his arms.

"Ethan, I'm busy!" George waved at him, then nodded to the ground. "This drug in Baxter's system is too insidious. When the medicine arrives, I have to give it to him immediately. I don't have time to deal with other things. You can send her directly to the hospital..."

"Take care of the two." Ethan holding Clara forcefully pushed George away and walked into the room, "She has also been drugged."

"Ah?"

George thought he had heard wrong and quickly followed Ethan into the room. When he had put her on the bed, he found that her hands were tied up and her face was flushed.

"This..." George's expression twisted, a headache coming on. "How did she get drugged as well?”

As he spoke, George seemed to smell a mysterious scent.

He sniffed hard and then walked towards the bed.

George's hands fumbled around Clara's coat and quickly took out a small gadget from the right pocket of her suit.

From the outside, this gadget was a small ball pendant made of velvet thread.

George found that the thread was wet. He put it under his nose again and sniffed, then he solemnly said: "Someone made that medicine into a liquid and sprayed it on this pendant. The drug spreads quickly in the air and the smell of medicine lasts long. I estimate that it will only disappear after an hour."