âDonât.
.
Keanuâ¦â Tilda suddenly murmured.
At Tildaâs words, Lyndon was stunned.
Who had she called?
Keanu?
Sheâd called out the name of her first love in her sleep!
Did she think it was her first love who had spent the passionate night with her?
Lyndon realized he was being used as a substitute.
He didnât know exactly what he felt, but embarrassment was certainly part of it.
With a cold expression, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, missing Tildaâs final whispered words.
She murmured, âDonât touch me.
Stay away from me.
â
Lyndon went to the bathroom, took a shower, and put on his bathrobe.
Then he picked up his phone and called his assistant.
âWhatâs new?â he asked.
âMr.
Fernandez, I discovered that a waiter was ordered to spike the drinks of Mrs.
Fernandez and one of her male classmates,â the assistant replied.
Lyndonâs tone turned icy.
âWho gave the order?â
âEvita Lawrence, Mrs.
Fernandezâs classmate.
â
Evita Lawrence.
The name echoed in Lyndonâs mind as he glanced at the clock.
It was eleven oâclock in the evening, the barâs busiest time.
He suspected the class reunion might still be going on.
âWhere are you now?â he inquired of his assistant.
âIâm still at Vincent Bar.
â
âGood.
Find Evita and bring her to me.
â
âYes, sir.
â