Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 700

Chapter 700

Since she resorted to playing such a filthy trick against Arielle, Vinson felt it was only fair to feed her own poison back to her.

Just then, Donovan woke up and caught the word "aphrodisiac."

He was no fool either. Watching Queenie being dragged out of the room, he instantly understood who the aphrodisiac was supposed to be used on.

"Vinson! You mustn't do that! That's against the law!"

Hearing that, Vinson immediately swung a kick toward Donovan's abdomen.

"Did it ever cross your mind that it's illegal when you used the drug on Arielle???

"I..." Donovan opened his mouth to speak but could not replace a word to defend himself.

He thought his plan was perfect, but he had not foreseen Vinson's appearance.

"Take him away as well!" Vinson ordered at the top of his voice and added, "He has a broken rib, which might impact his movements. Find him an orthopedic to stop his pain temporarily and treat his other wounds before giving him the drug."

"Yes, sir!" The bodyguard then dragged Donovan out of the room, with Rayson following closely behind.

Then, only Arielle and Vinson were left in the room.

Arielle instantly felt her breath quickening as if the air in the room had suddenly grown thin, and her heartbeat began racing as she shot a glance at Vinson. "Vinson, I..."

"Hmm?" Vinson's voice was tender as he turned and gazed deeply into her eyes.

Taking in a deep breath, Arielle mustered all the courage she could garner and said, "I met with a psychologist today."

Vinson froze for a moment, asking uncomprehendingly, "What for?"

Clenching her fists tightly, Arielle gulped before answering, "B-Because I've been experiencing some symptoms that I found puzzling." "Puzzling? In what way?"

"I-I was puzzled over the strange feelings whenever I saw you, 1-"

Before she could finish her words, however, Vinson's phone rang

"Sorry, please excuse me for a moment," he apologized before picking up the call.

A moment later, a deep frown formed on his forehead as

he spoke into the phone, "If he rejects this one, then just assign him someone else. Don't accept any offers for him within the next month."

With that, he hung up the phone and turned back to Arielle at once. "Sorry about that. You were saying something puzzling happens to you whenever you see me? What was it?" Arielle felt like a deflated balloon. The courage she had summoned with great difficulty earlier had disappeared as soon as her speech was interrupted.

"It was nothing. Let's talk about it another time. By the way, what was that on the phone? Did something go wrong at work?

Vinson shook his head. "Not really. It's just that we signed a few new artists lately, and there's one called Jason Sleight. He rejected the manager assigned to him by the company." "Jason Sleight..." Arielle thought the name sounded familiar to her but didn't give it much thought. "Well, I'm rather tired. I think I'll take a shower and have a

rest."

Sweeping a quick gaze across her, Vinson nodded and agreed, "Perhaps you should. Don't worry about that disgusting b*stard just now."

Arielle nodded before hurrying to the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.

With her back pressed against the door, she took a few deep breaths before her heartbeat slowed down.

I was so close! I almost said it!

She thought she would be brave enough to do it, yet she had swallowed back the words even though they were already hanging by her lips. She was overwhelmed with fear.

More than anything else, she feared he would feel sick when he heard her confession, the way he just did when he heard Queenie's.

The friendship between her and Vinson did not build up easily, so she did not want to risk ruining it.

Shaking her head vigorously, she stepped into the shower, feeling incredibly frustrated.

Soon, the next day arrived.

Although Queenie and Donovan had gone missing for the entire night, neither of their families were bothered by it.

In fact, their mothers simply assumed everything had fallen into place between those two and were afraid of disturbing them, so much so that they did not even send them a text.

In the early morning, Arielle was woken up by the sound of Vinson knocking on her door.

"Wake up! It's showtime!"

Her eyes lighting up, Arielle hastily leapt out of bed.

She had suffered a long and arduous night of bad dreams. Now was the time to make those two pay for

her nightmares.

The previous night, at Grandview Hotel, Donovan's broken ribs had been tended to by a top-notch physician using ancient Chanaean medicine.

After that, things unfolded naturally for him and Queenie with both of them being drugged at the same

time.

Just as Donovan wished, it was too late to stop it from happening. After an entire night of aggressive "workout," they fell asleep soundly in the same bed.

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