Captivation: Want Nothing But You
Chapter 169

Captivation Want Nothing But You Chapter 169 by Adolf Dunne

After parting ways with Roger, Rachel eventually went back to Sue Garden. As soon as she enteredthe living room, she noticed that something that looked like a snow white ball was running towardsher. Then, it rubbed her ankle and called softly. “Meow. Meow.” Seeing this, Rachel bent down andpicked up the fluffy cat. At the same time, the servant appeared, catching her breath. When she sawthat Rachel was already holding the cat, she looked worried

“Miss Bennet, I'm so sorry. It escaped from the cage...” “It's okay. Anyway, have you taken it to thevet?” “Yes. It has already been vaccinated against rabies but still have one shot left. Miss Bennet,please give me the cat. It has one more shot to take before completing the dosage of thevaccination.

If it gets angry and managed to scratch you, Lukas won't spare me.” “Meow...” The kitten suddenlynestled in Rachel's arms obediently. It was as if it understood what the servant said and tried toprove its meekness in front of her. Rachel raised an eyebrow and let out a faint smile. She realizedthat this cat was indeed smart.

However, even if it seemed that it didn't pose any danger, Rachel knew that the servant was right.Although the cat wouldn't scratch or bite her, she was still pregnant. It was better to be extracautious in everything. Therefore, she gently handed the cat over to the servant. “Miss Bennet, youare back.” As Lukas went downstairs, the servant gave him a brief report. Then, he just nodded andproceeded to ask Rachel, “Have you given the medicine to Mr. Sullivan?”

“Yes.” Looking at the little cat in the servant's arms, Rachel felt a little warm in her heart. She didn'tknow what kind of cat it was, but its white hair felt so soft. Once it curled up, it looked like asnowball. She couldn't help herself, so she slightly reached out and pinched the cat's cute little paw.“Lukas, I already ate before coming home. I want to go upstairs for now and rest. You don’t have towake me up for lunch.” “I see. Please rest well.”

Lukas nodded, hesitated for a moment, and asked, “Miss Bennet, did Mr. Sullivan feel better aftertaking the medicine?” “Well, I suppose so.” “Suppose? What do you mean?” Lukas furrowed hisbrows. “Didn’t you give the medicine to him yourself?” “No. I didn't have to. I gave the medicine tothe receptionist and asked her to bring it up to him,” Rachel explained. “What's wrong? Issomething the matter? If you are worried about him, you can call Ivan and ask about it.”

Lukas actually thought that their meeting might have not gone well, but it turned out that theydidn't even see each other at all. Lukas then shook his head and answered reluctantly, “Nothing. Iwas just asking. Anyway if you suddenly feel like eating, just tell me so that I can ask the servants toreheat the food. You can have it when you finished resting.” “Okay then. Thank you.”

In the conference room on the twelfth floor of the Sullivan Group building, the entire room wasfilled with absolute silence. No one dared to speak or even make a sound. They glanced at Victor'scold and domineering face. Everyone was afraid to make any direct eye contact with him.

At the same time, the CFO was so nervous that he swallowed hard. His eyes were fixed on thebudget report in Victor's hands. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he waited for Victor'sreaction. Only a minute had passed, but it felt as if a century had already gone by.

Bam!

Closing the folder hard, Victor looked at the CFO with his cold eyes and asked, “Is this the finalversion?”

“Mr. Sullivan, I'll check and modify it right now.” “You gave it to me, knowing that you will still needto modify it? This is pure garbage!” In his anger, Victor threw the folder hard straight into the CFO'sface. “Redo it! I don't care how long your whole department will work overtime today. I want to seea good budget report first thing tomorrow morning! If you can't do it, then get the hell out of mycompany!”

The CFO's face was seriously hurt when the folder flew right in his face. But regardless of the pain,he quickly said, “Yes, sir. We'll redo it at once.” A touch of impatience appeared in Victor's eyes. “Youonly have one chance. When I see such rubbish again, you don't have to come back again! Now, getout!” The senior executives’ faces turned pale. Hearing this, they didn't dare to delay revising thereport. They immediately stood up and left the meeting room without looking back.

Standing outside the meeting room, Ivan peeked at Victor's furious and sullen face, wondering whatcould have happened earlier today. “Didn't he meet Miss Bennet this morning? What happened?Why is he in such a bad mood? Did they quarrel again?” “Ivan.” His thoughts were suddenlyinterrupted when Victor called him. “Yes, sir. What can I do for you?” Ivan walked in quickly. Raisinghis eyes, Victor stood up and ordered, “Clear up everything in my schedule for this afternoon andevening.”

“But in the afternoon, you have a meeting with...” Before he could finish his sentence, Ivan felt asurge of pressure when Victor stared straight into his eyes. With a deep sigh in his heart, he gave upand said, “Yes, sir. I'll make the arrangements quickly.” Without saying a word, Victor stood up andwalked out of the meeting room. He took his car keys and made his way to the undergroundgarage.

About five minutes later, the Maybach sped out of the garage, leaving the company premises. Anhour later, it arrived Crown Club. After he got Victor's phone call, Carson rushed over to meet him.As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw Victor sitting on the sofa, drinking red wine from ahuge glass. “Wow. I never thought you would drink alone here one day.”

Seeing Carson arrive, Victor didn’t say anything and just continued drinking. When Carson walkedup to him, he raised his eyebrows and saw that there were already three empty wine bottles on thetable. It was not the first time for him to see someone drink this much, but it was definitely the firsttime for him to see this from Victor, who actually had a stomach problem. Moreover, he had beenseriously injured. But after he was treated without having any anesthesia, he went to a boardmeeting.

Previously, he had always restrained himself from consuming alcohol and cigarettes. Thus, when hewas about to open another bottle of wine, Carson stopped him and asked, “Hey, buddy. Did you callme to come here just to watch you drink?” “If you don't want to just watch, then drink with me.” “Ofcourse I will drink. But I have to ask you something before you get wasted and pass out on me.”Hearing his slightly mocking tone, Victor looked at him coldly.

Carson then poured himself a glass of wine and said with a wicked smile, “According to what I know,people with stomach problems like you are most likely to suffer from diseases later, especially afterdrinking a few entire bottles of wine like this. Well, you're smart enough to know that as well. Ifyou're doing this deliberately, should I already send you to the hospital or the crematorium?” Assoon as he finished speaking, Victor swung his fist at his face.

Bam!

“Fuck!” Carson was hit in his cheek. In an instant, half of his face went numb, red, and swollen."You're so talkative! If you don’t want to drink, then get the hell out of here.” Carson rubbed his facea couple of times to relieve the pain. Fortunately for him, he had never gotten his face done.Otherwise, the artificial parts would have been smashed by Victor's fist. Carson sat down, drank upthe glass of wine, and put his hand on the armrest lazily. “You violent bastard. Tell me whathappened to you. Why are you so upset?”

Hearing Carson's foul mouth, Victor cast a cold glance at him again. Carson suddenly felt Victor'sdangerous stare, so be moved slightly father from him. “If you won't tell me, then I'll just guess.”Ignoring him, Victor opened another bottle of wine and poured it in his glass. “Does it haveanything to do with Rachel?” While gently shaking his glass, Carson looked at Victor and raised aneyebrow. At the same time, Victor's hand stopped moving

Upon hearing Rachel's name, his eyes became deeper and colder. Although he had drank so muchalready, the memory that he had been suppressing resurfaced again. Then, he heard Rachel's voicein his head. “I can have any man I want, whenever I want!" “Victor, you bastard!” “Screw you!” “Whenyou die, my baby will be happy to call another man his father!”

“Lukas, don't mention his name. I'm not interested in him.” Perhaps, he already had too muchalcohol that Rachel's words felt like sharp knives piercing through his heart. It was so painful thatVictor felt like he was unable to breathe. “Carson...” Victor lowered his voice. “I think I might havefallen in love with Rachel.”