Captivation: Want Nothing But You
Chapter 130

Captivation Want Nothing But You Chapter 130 by Adolf Dunne

The second Rachel stepped into the living room, a gust of wind blew past her. Night had fallen,clouds were looming in the sky, and she could hear the sound of rumbling thunder. Lukas askedwith concern, “Ma'am, are you alright?” “Huh?” Rachel sounded confused. “Why do you ask? I'mfine.”

“Aside from being flummoxed by Victor's behavior today,” she thought to herself. Upon noticing thatshe was acting like her usual self, Lukas was relived. “That's good to hear. By the way, Miss Bennet,what would you like for dinner tonight? I'll ask the chef to prepare it for you.” “I'm good withwhatever you decide.

I'm a little tired, Lukas. I'm heading upstairs to take a nap first,” she replied. Lukas nodded, andRachel went upstairs to her bedroom to catch some sleep. She didn’t wake up until it was nine inthe evening. At this time, Lukas knocked on her door. “Ma“am, are you awake?" he asked. “I am.”Rachel got up to open the door.

“Is dinner ready?” With a gentle smile, Lukas replied, “It's already nine, ma'am. I didn't want todisturb your sleep, but dinner has already gotten cold. I'll ask the cook to prepare another batch foryou.” “Thanks, Lukas.” “Oh, and ma'am? Would you like to have dinner here in your room or godownstairs in the dining room?” Lukas asked. Rachel was a bit surprised to finally realize that thebodyguards outside her door were now gone.

Suddenly, it dawned on her that she didn't see them when she went back to her bedroom a fewhours ago either. Noticing her confusion, Lukas explained, “Mr. Sullivan said that as long as you'rewell behaved, you can leave your room as you please, but you may not leave the Sue Garden'spremises.” “He wants me to behave?

That's ironic coming from him.

Well, at least I now have more space to move around. I'm glad my tolerance of his overbearingattitude today wasn't for nothing.’ With that in mind, she adjusted her mood and nodded at Lukas.1 “I'll go downstairs to have dinner in a bit,” she said. “Very well, ma’am,” Lukas replied. “I'll head tothe kitchen and tell the cook to prepare your dinner at once. For the time being, you can rest a littlelonger.” Afterwards, he went back to the kitchen to tell the kitchen staff to prepare Rachel's dinner.Meanwhile, she stood at her door, pondering for a moment before closing the door again. Shewalked back to her bed, sat on it, picked up her phone, and looked for Andy's number. Victor onlypermitted her to move freely within the Sue Garden, but she knew that he wouldn't allow her toleave the place that easily.

Once Quintin had located the prison Abby was hidden in, Rachel must figure out how to get her outof Apliaria as soon as possible. Rachel didn’t have much time left to spare, so she couldn't just sithere and do nothing. 2 Seconds later, she dialed Andy's number. Meanwhile, in the Crown Club, themanager walked over, stared at the door of the room, and spoke to the waiter guarding the door.“Is Mr. Sullivan still in there?”

The waiter nodded his head. Because of that, the manager frowned, uncertain of what he should do.“Should we call a doctor? What if something bad happens?” The waiter got worried as well. Both ofthem knew that if something were to happen to Victor in here, the whole club would suffer theconsequences. “But Mr. Sullivan gave strict orders not to allow anyone to enter the room,” themanager said with a sigh. “We'll have to wait and see what happens.

I'll call Mr. Scott and inform him of the situation. In the meantime, keep an eye on him. If anythinghappens, report to me immediately.” After that, the manager glanced at the door again, took out hisphone, and went back to the lobby. When the manager called, Carson was inside his car, waiting forsomeone. He was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel every now and then, and his eyes werelocked on the entrance of the office building nearby.

“What's up?” Carson answered the call while turning off the music. “Mr. Scott, I'm really sorry forbothering you at this time of the night, but we really don't know what to do anymore,” said themanager in an anxious tone. “Mr. Sullivan is here in the club tonight. Our employee found himlooking very exhausted. He doesn't look very well. We've thought about calling him a doctor, but herefused to allow anyone to enter the room.

He's been in there for hours, and we haven't heard anything from him.” 1 Upon hearing that, Carsonknitted his brows. “This is rare. Why is Victor drinking alone?” he thought to himself. “If he told younot to enter the room, I'd advise you to do as you're told.” Carson glanced at his watch, and then atthe entrance of the building. There was still no one coming out. He was the revered son of the Scottfamily. People normally waited for him, but now, he was here, waiting for a woman who had beenlate for over twenty minutes, and still hadn't shown up!

If it weren't for the important documents in her possession, he wouldn't have waited for her thislong As those thoughts troubled Carson, it infuriated him even more. “But, sir... It's been two hourssince we last heard from Mr. Sullivan! I'm afraid that something might've happened to him. We'retoo afraid of breaking in without his permission. But I think he wouldn't mind if you go in to checkon him.” “Is that so?’ Carson thought to himself.

A smile appeared on his lips. The manager really believed that Carson and Victor were that close.Although he was a good friend of Victor's, he still had to watch his behavior around him, for heknew just how capricious Victor could be. “If I were to break in, I wouldn't even be able to ask him ifhe’s alright. Victor will probably throw me out of the room, and then the next day, he'll exile mefrom the country if he's that pissed off!

It's not like this kind of thing hasn't happened before.

I'm just smart enough not to piss Victor off. He's clearly not in the mood to speak to anyone.Besides, I have a more pressing mater to deal with right now,’ Carson said to himself. “I'm busy,” hesaid to the manager. At this point, the manager was at a loss for words. Moments ago, he held ontohope that Carson would be able to help them. Suddenly, the waiter ran to the manager's side, andsaid to him, “I just heard a sound of something falling to the ground from inside, sir!

Do you think Mr. Sullivan passed out or something?” The manager's heart started racing. Carsonmanaged to hear the waiter from the other end of the line. He stopped tapping on the steeringwheel, and thought of a person. “I think there's someone else who might be able to help,” Carsonsaid to the manager.

“Truly, Mr. Scott?” Hope returned to the managers heart upon hearing Carson say that. Knock!Knock! Knock! At this time, someone knocked on Carson's car window. He held his phone's receiver,looked out the window, and saw a woman standing outside. “She's finally here,” he thought. Carsonrolled down the window.

The manager waited for a while, but he still hadn't heard him speak, so he called out to Carson, “Mr.Scott?” “Yes, I'm here.” Carson glanced at the woman and smiled. “Who is this “someone?” asked themanager.

"Oh, you already know who she is.” As Carson spoke, he opened the door and got out of the car. Heput one of his hands in his pocket, stared at the woman in front of him, and continued, “Mr.Sullivan's ex-wife, Rachel.”

The manager's face turned grim. Once more, his hopeful heart was broken. “But, Mr. Scott!” Beforehe could even finish talking, Carson hung up on him. When the waiter saw the disappointed look onthe manager's face, he asked, “What's wrong with Mr. Sullivan's ex-wife?” Right after the waiter saidthat, the manager received a message. It was a message from Carson, containing Rachel's phonenumber.