Chapter 135 Menu Alice heard the commotion outside, but her vision was blurry. Jackâs jacket shielded her from the scene, offering a sense of safety. He looked down at the bodyguards on the floor, his lips pressed into a thin line. âSince you wonât talk, you wonât be talking ever again.â The bodyguardsâ faces were ashen. They hadnât expected the girl to be saved by the King of the Washington social circle! Wasnât she an orphan?
Jack carried Alice out in the private elevator. She was nestled against him, covered by his jacket, unable to see clearly. Her mind was a jumble. Her fingers dug into his collar, knuckles white. Max raced up the stairs, seeing Jack entering the elevator, a girl in his arms. Though mostly covered, it was clearly a woman.
She hid, having waited anxiously for the bodyguards. Jack! What was going on? Did he have another woman? And where was that little bitch, Alice?
Bodyguards blocked her path.âDo you know who I am? You dare stop me?!â She had to know what was going on, report it to her sister, before that little hussy took advantage of the situation.
They didnât budge. Max stamped her foot, furious. Chloe arrived.
âMs. Garcia, whatâs wrong?â
âTheyâre stopping me! My sister is engaged to the King! If he finds out, theyâre done for!â Chloeâs eyes lit up at at the mention of the King. The most powerful family in Washington. If only she had a chance....
Max grumbled, âHe hates interruptions. He clears everyone out wherever he goes. I wonder where that little bitch Alice is hiding.â
âSheâs probably hiding somewhere, waiting for the King to leave.â
âThis time, Alice will be disgraced. Sheâll never mess with me again.â
Chloe felt a surge of glee. Once she got the videos of Alice, she would have total control. Alice would never escape her clutches, never compete with her again.
In the room at the end of the hall, Luke wiped his hands.âYouâre awfully brave.â He hadnât tolerated anyone hurting the girl he cared for.
âMr. Yates, weâre from the Garcia family. We were following Ms. Garciaâs orders.â
âThe Garcia family? Theyâre nothing!â Luke had heard of Maxâs antics. She and her cronies often got away with their bullying, thanks to family connections. This time, theyâd picked the wrong fight.
He called Jack.âItâs Maxâs bodyguards. They had a conflict with Little Lemon and drugged her.â I understand. Take care of the bodyguards.â
Jack hung up, looking at Alice in the hotel room.
Alice was clutching the sheets, sweat beading on her forehead. Jackâs gaze fell on the family. doctor.âWhatâs wrong with her?
Canât you see sheâs suffering?s gaze âMr. Wilson, she was given a new club drug. Iâve given her an antidote, but I canât guarantee the effects. The drug acts fast, and itâs been some time.â
Jackâs jaw tightened.âAre there any side effects?â
38.5 Chapter 135 âNone once the effects wear off. But someone should watch her.â
âGet out. Donât tell anyone you were here.â
Jack approached Alice, touching her forehead. It was burning.âWant some water?â
Alice nuzzled his hand.âYouâre so cool.â
His gaze darkened. He fetched iced water, but saw Aliceâs bare arm; her dress lay on the floor. His eyes hardened.
âDrink some water.â
She was too weak. He held her, the blanket slipping down. He hastily pulled it up.âDonât move!â He held her close, letting her sip the water.
âCough...â She choked, pulling the blanket. âItâs so hot.â
Jack pressed down on her hand. His voice was husky.âDonât move, youâll expose yourself!â âBut Iâm hot. Feel.â She placed his hand on her chest, her eyes dark and bright. Jack froze, beads of sweat forming on his brow. His throat bobbed. Her skin was burning hot., Her heart beat rapidly.
He looked down at her, his voice rough.âAlice, do you know what youâre doing?â Their faces were close. His gaze was intense, a familiar heat rising within him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him. It was clumsy, almost like she was gnawing on him.
He cupped her chin, his eyes dark and dangerous. âAlice, be clearâheaded. Know who I am! âI know who you are!â She cupped his face.âIf I had to choose, Iâd choose you.â A string snapped inside him. Reason, it seemed, was crumbling.