CHAPTER 54: CHAPTER 54: IT’S COOLER WITHOUT CLOTHES

Before she could drink, the glass was snatched by Caleb Lockwood.

"She’s just a low-level employee; for Mr. Quinn to deal with her is to lower his status."

Caleb Lockwood downed the drink in a single gulp.

"Ah, yes, yes, President Lockwood is right, I’ll penalize myself with a drink."

Dylan Quinn also drank a glass.

The two of them continued drinking glass after glass, while Serena Jennings sat idly by.

Every time Dylan Quinn tried to get her drunk, he was stopped by Caleb Lockwood.

Serena never imagined that Caleb Lockwood would actually help block drinks for her one day.

However, it might also be because he feared the trouble of taking care of her if she got drunk.

At this moment, a waiter knocked on the private room’s door and brought in a new dish.

"I specially ordered this for Miss Jennings, papaya stewed with snow frog, great for beauty enhancement, come on, give it a try."

Dylan Quinn urged after seeing Serena Jennings hadn’t started eating:

"Miss Jennings doesn’t favor what I’ve ordered? Think it’s too cheap?"

"I didn’t mean that."

Serena Jennings picked up the spoon and took a sip.

Papaya stewed with snow frog tasted good, but once linked to Dylan Quinn, she couldn’t help feeling nauseated.

At this moment, Caleb Lockwood’s phone rang, and Serena could clearly hear Patrick Rhodes’s loud voice.

"Brother Lockwood, bad news! Your wife had a car accident!"

Caleb Lockwood’s face changed.

The shocked and worried expression was genuine, while Serena watched silently beside him, the sweetness of the snow frog gone.

Caleb Lockwood told Dylan Quinn that he had an urgent matter, and the meal would have to end.

But Dylan Quinn was not yet satisfied.

"President Lockwood is a busy man, you go about your business! Having Miss Jennings and Assistant Miller here with me will be enough."

Seeing Dylan Quinn say this, Caleb Lockwood hesitated slightly but finally agreed.

"But President Lockwood, you’ve been drinking, you can’t drive—let me take you there instead!"

"No need."

Caleb Lockwood flatly rejected Mr. Miller.

"Your job is to stay here, accompany Mr. Quinn..." His deep gaze landed subtly on Serena Jennings and quickly withdrew.

"Then escort Serena home."

Mr. Miller immediately understood Caleb Lockwood’s intentions.

Serena never thought Caleb Lockwood would dare drink and drive just for Claire Shaw.

If caught while drunk driving, even though Caleb might have the means to suppress the matter, there’s no wall in the world that doesn’t let the wind through, The Lockwood Group’s competitors could very well exploit this.

After all, these days, public opinion battles are crucial.

The impact wouldn’t be limited to Caleb Lockwood; the entire Lockwood Group would be affected.

Serena couldn’t believe Caleb wouldn’t understand this.

But in front of the woman he loves, everything becomes insignificant.

If not at Dylan Quinn’s dinner, Serena would’ve downed several bottles of drinks herself.

As a result, after Caleb Lockwood left, it was Mr. Miller who ended up drinking excessively.

Serena couldn’t understand how Mr. Miller offended Dylan Quinn, who forced him to drink relentlessly, soon leaving him drunk and unconscious.

"Mr. Quinn, that’s enough, isn’t it? Mr. Miller is a favored assistant of President Lockwood, if you continue to make him drink, he’ll be unable to work, and President Lockwood won’t be pleased."

Serena said, moving to support Mr. Miller up.

"Miss Jennings, rest assured, I’ll take responsibility for Assistant Miller and have him sent home."

Dylan Quinn put down his phone; soon, two men entered and took Mr. Miller away.

Serena planned to leave with them but was blocked by Dylan Quinn.

"Mr. Quinn, what do you mean by this?"

Serena’s mind sounded the alarm.

Before her, Dylan Quinn’s face was flushed from drinking, staring at her lecherously.

"It’s very late now, there’s a bed here; why doesn’t Miss Jennings sleep here tonight!"

Serena realized Dylan Quinn’s sinister intentions and turned to run, but his bulky body blocked her path.

She wanted to smash a bottle against Dylan Quinn as before, but the bottle slipped from her grip, crashing to the ground.

Serena looked at her hand; it lacked strength and was seeing double.

"It’s finally working, so slow..."

Dylan Quinn’s fuzzy voice sounded in her ear, and Serena felt her consciousness fading.

She had been drugged!

Now realizing it was already too late, Serena regretted coming to this dinner.

The whole world was spinning, as though she was burning inside, Serena was drenched in sweat, her face flushed.

"Isn’t it hot? Don’t worry; I’ll help you undress... it’ll be cooler without clothes..."

Dylan Quinn rubbed his hands together and embraced Serena, who was kneeling on the ground.

Hospital.

Inpatient department.

Claire Shaw lay on the hospital bed wearing patient clothes.

"Patrick exaggerated; it’s just a few scratches, you drove over, what if you got checked?"

"I’m fine." Caleb Lockwood poured a cup of warm water and handed it to Claire Shaw, "As long as you’re okay."

Claire Shaw’s eyes shone with tears of gratitude.

She knew Caleb Lockwood rushed over to the hospital without regard for drunk driving once hearing she’d had an accident.

"I’ll go see if the report is ready."

Caleb Lockwood left Claire Shaw’s hospital room.

Claire Shaw didn’t stop him verbally, but she knew all test results and reports for inpatients would be directly handed to the attending doctor, so there was no need to fetch them herself.

At the end of the corridor, Caleb Lockwood placed a call to Mr. Miller.

No one answered.

The Sierra Grand Hotel.

Presidential Suite.

Serena Jennings tried her best to resist but was still thrown onto the bed.

She was not only tortured by drugs, burning like being cooked.

She was slapped several times by Dylan Quinn, her face stinging painfully.

Only the pain barely kept her conscious.

She felt...

She heard something.

But she couldn’t move.

She couldn’t muster strength, her mind clouded further by rising lust.

Until someone touched her, she instinctively protested:

"Don’t... don’t touch me..."

The person did not stop, instead, intensified stripping her clothes off one by one.

"No..."

Help me...

Someone help me...

Serena kept calling for help in her heart.

The violence combined with the drug push Serena’s mind and body into agony.

Serena had no other option...

Tonight, she couldn’t escape.

She’d be subjected to Dylan Quinn’s...

The man’s heavy body pressed against hers, tears involuntarily flowed from her eyes.

In a flash of losing consciousness, Serena shouted:

Save me!

Caleb Lockwood...

In the darkness, the room in the hotel opposite The Sierra Grand Hotel’s same floor, facing room 2408, had no lights on.

But someone was inside.

That person stood at the window, holding a camera.

The next day, several people from The Lockwood Group didn’t report to work.

Mr. Miller because of hangover.

Claire Shaw because of the accident.

Though both had requested leave.

Serena didn’t show up until lunchtime either, nor did she request leave; colleagues called and texted her, but none were answered.

So, they just considered it absenteeism.

Afternoon.

Serena woke up on the large hotel bed.

Covered by a quilt but not clothed, the bed was messy, evident traces of an affair everywhere.