Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 247: She Kept Calling Your Name Just Now

Chapter 247: Chapter 247: She Kept Calling Your Name Just Now

Since he couldn’t get any information, Zane Thorne didn’t linger in the room. As he was leaving, he left one instruction.

"Watch them."

After that, Zane looked at Felix Langdon, who nodded in understanding and immediately took out his phone to take pictures of everyone in the room.

Zane returned to the bloodstain in the corridor. He squatted down and noticed a subtle trail of blood scattered on the carpet.

The bloodstain ended at the stairwell.

Zane’s expression darkened as he eyed the dried blood spots. Behind him, Quentin Donovan also saw the blood end here, his face turned pale.

"Either they went downstairs or they’re upstairs. Checking the surveillance will reveal that."

Zane stood up, and at that moment, Seraphina Sutton came running over eagerly.

"President Thorne, President Fletcher from Zenith Group called me, saying your wife is at his place now."

...

Evan Fletcher looked curiously at the woman lying on the bed. At that time, Zane Thorne was willing to postpone his meeting with his father for her sake. What kind of magic did this woman possess?

The doctor had finished examining and was treating Natalie Vaughn’s wound.

"President Fletcher, this young lady seems to have been affected by a kind of drug commonly used abroad. This drug makes a person weak-limbed and dizzy, which is why she hasn’t regained consciousness."

Evan raised an eyebrow, pointed at the woman on the bed, and asked.

"Are you saying she managed to crack a man’s head open even after being drugged?"

The doctor also found it incredible.

"This young lady is resolute, with an exceptionally strong self-defense instinct."

Hearing this, Evan chuckled lightly.

"Most likely, the injuries on her body are self-inflicted."

The doctor looked at Evan in surprise.

"President Fletcher, are you suggesting that this young lady deliberately hurt her own hand?"

He had just examined her: there was a bite wound on her hand, bleeding, but the wound was not large. The more serious injuries were several cuts she had made on her own arm, with substantial bleeding, and there were fragments left in the wound that had taken a while to clean.

Evan swirled the wine glass in his hand and suddenly laughed.

"I finally understand why Zane Thorne values her so highly."

"Ah?"

"They both share a bit of madness."

"..."

"Alright, you may leave now."

"Yes, President Fletcher, this young lady’s wounds must stay dry."

Evan tilted his head back and downed his wine in one gulp, then poured himself another glass.

The doctor couldn’t hold back.

"President Fletcher, your health isn’t great; you should avoid excessive drinking."

Evan replied.

"I know. I’m in a good mood today."

"...."

Ah? What kind of saying is this? Happy because he found a woman?

But Evan was uninterested in explaining. This time, having coincidentally found Zane Thorne’s wife was indeed a stroke of luck. He had been worrying about how to approach cooperation with Zane Thorne. Now... Zane Thorne owed him something, making things much easier.

Evan’s suite was on the top floor, so as soon as the doctor left, Zane Thorne arrived.

Hmm, the knocking wasn’t very polite.

Evan smiled, leisurely walked over, and opened the door for Zane Thorne, whose smile faded upon seeing Zane Thorne’s somewhat frightening expression.

It seemed he shouldn’t be so pleased, or at least not show it.

Zane didn’t wait for Evan to speak and stepped directly into the room. Upon seeing the person lying on the bed, his hand clenched and then relaxed.

Stepping forward, Zane looked at Natalie Vaughn’s bandaged hand, the red in his eyes deepening.

Evan followed.

"She was drugged, confused, and her hand injuries were self-inflicted. I happened to hear some noise downstairs, went over, and brought her back here. While the doctor was treating her, she kept calling your name. That’s when I realized she was your wife. But don’t worry, the doctor gave her a sedative, she’ll be fine after a good sleep."

Zane arranged the blanket and then carefully lifted Natalie into his arms.

He looked at Evan.

"Thank you, President Fletcher. I will remember this favor."

Hearing what he wanted to hear, Evan raised an eyebrow and ultimately broke into a smile.

"Your wife is quite impressive, managing to break a man’s head even while drugged."

Upon hearing this, Zane momentarily paused.

Evan pondered for a moment and understood what had happened.

"Did you think the blood in the hallway was from your wife? Her injuries aren’t that serious. Rest assured."

Zane nodded towards Evan.

"We’ll talk again when there’s time."

Finished speaking, Zane didn’t wait for Evan’s reply and left with Natalie in his arms.

Evan: ...

Oh, Zane Thorne’s stubbornness. No wonder he was willing to postpone even important meetings with his father before.

As Zane came out with Natalie, Quentin Donovan and Phoebe Quinn approached.

"Is Nina alright?"

Zane looked at Quentin Donovan.

"I leave this place in your hands."

Quentin nodded.

"Alright, go back and take good care of Nina."

Phoebe wanted to follow but seeing Zane’s expression, she refrained from suggesting to join them.

"God Thorne, when Nina wakes up, ask her to call me."

Zane nodded and then looked at Seraphina Sutton.

"You stay here and follow up. Find all the related personnel."

Seraphina withdrew her sympathetic gaze from Natalie Vaughn.

"Yes."

Only then did Zane leave with Natalie.

Hale paced up and down in the parking lot. He had only vaguely heard that something had happened to the madam, without knowing how things were now.

As a driver, all he could do was stand by, ready.

Upon seeing Zane carrying Natalie down, Hale immediately opened the car door.

"President Thorne."

Though he bent his head low, he couldn’t help but peek at Natalie in President Thorne’s arms. Her hands were wrapped in bandages; what had she encountered?

The space in the business car wasn’t large. Zane carefully placed Natalie in the back seat and then sat inside, holding her close.

"Back to Lantheon."

"Yes."

The atmosphere in the car was heavy all the way. Zane held Natalie tightly, stabilizing her body, watching her closed eyes, feeling a rising anger.

He didn’t know how potent the drug was, but just the thought of Natalie injuring herself to stay awake pained him deeply.

If Natalie hadn’t done that, if she had been taken into a room by that person, if Evan hadn’t found her... Such ifs were terrifying even to contemplate.

Back at Lantheon, Zane first changed Natalie’s clothes and, not feeling assured, called Mr. Spencer for a recheck, then stayed beside her in the room all the time.

Evan had said that when Natalie wasn’t conscious, she kept calling his name. She must have been scared then.

Always brave and bold, the young girl had now been caught up in a scheme.

The more Zane thought about it, the more intense the viciousness in his eyes grew, a violent aura enveloping him.

The housekeeper came up, intending to ask if they should prepare calming herbal soup for Natalie in advance, but was startled seeing Zane in such a state.

Zane’s voice had somehow become hoarse.

"Don’t mention this matter to my parents for now."

The housekeeper nodded.

"Sir, don’t worry too much; Dr. Spencer said the young lady is fine."