My Wasted Husband Is in Power, Now!
Chapter 449 Jordan Goes Blind!

"Gwen, what happened to you?"

When her colleagues saw her fall to the ground, they immediately went over to help her up.

The girl kept shaking her head and slapping herself. I-I feel like my vision is starting to get blurry."

"Are you too tired? Go home and rest."

"Maybe..."

At this moment, Jordan had long dozed off in the hotel room.

The next morning, Salvatore knocked a few times on the hotel room door before entering upon realizing that Jordan wasn't answering.

"Mr. Jordan, Mr. Jordan, wake up, it's time for us to set off and head back to DC," Salvatore called out to Jordan a few times before he woke up slowly, only to feel like he was in darkness. "What time is it?"

Jordan asked.

Salvatore said, "It's already eight in the morning."

Jordan said, "Open the curtains. Why is it so dark in here?"

Stunned, Salvatore's brows wrinkled somewhat after hearing those words. He turned his head and looked at the window. He had just opened the curtains! At this moment, the sunlight had already shone in. It was bright enough even without the lights on.

Salvatore suddenly had a hunch that something was wrong. "Mr. Jordan... do you replace the room... a little dark?"

Jordan said, "It's not just dark, I can't see anything at all. Are the hotel curtains the kind that are so thick that they block out all light? If it's eight in the morning, there's no reason for it to be so dark even if the curtains are closed. Is it still nighttime?"

Salvatore was stunned. He swallowed some saliva and frantically scurried over to switch on the lights in the hotel room!

"Mr... Mr. Jordan, how about now?" Salvatore asked fearfully.

There were instantly goosebumps all over Jordan's body! He had just heard the sound of Salvatore turning on the lights, but after the lights were turned on, Jordan still felt that everything in front of him was pitch dark!

"Oh shit!"

Jordan instantly realized that there was nothing wrong with the lighting but rather, it was his vision that had gone wrong!

Salvatore too walked over in fear and asked, "Mr. Jordan, don't scare me. I've already turned on all the lights. Surely you can still see something, right?"

By now, Salvatore was on the verge of tears but Jordan was extremely serious as he constantly recalled the events of the past 24 hours.

The greater the crisis he was in, the more he was able to stay calm.

Salvatore's voice trembled as he asked, "Mr. Jordan, I've been by your side to protect you since the celebration started and I haven't seen anyone do anything to you. When I look at your eyes now, there are no signs of injury. They look just like normal, so why can't you see anything? Could it be transient blindness that's triggered by excessive emotions?"

Jordan was still trying to recall what happened last night. Although he had drunk a lot of wine, he had long gotten used to drinking with willpower. Hence, most people would forget what they did while they were drunk, upon waking up the second day.

However, such a thing did not exist for Jordan.

Due to his strong and tenacious willpower that forced him to stay awake to a certain extent at all times, Jordan could also recall what happened last night.

"Last night... I remember that on the way back, my eyes started hurting so I dozed off as soon as I returned.

Before the celebration began, there wasn't such an issue with my eyes. That means that someone made a move against me during the celebration!"

Salvatore listened to Jordan's analysis and said, "Tim and I have been on guard at the scene. No one has been in contact. Unless... they drugged your drink!" Jordan thought the same. He, too, believed that someone had drugged his drink!

"Someone wants to harm me!"

Jordan couldn't help but be frightened and horrified. Who exactly would dare to be so harsh to him to use such underhanded methods!?!

Jordan immediately thought of a few people!

"Jamie, Russell, Cayden, Brad, Alex, Tyler..."

Each of these people had a reason to do so!

Jordan was exasperated and felt a rising sense of terror grow from inside him. If he didn't replace out who the culprit was, he wouldn't be able to sleep soundly for the rest of his life!

"Go retrieve the surveillance camera footage of last night's celebration, and thoroughly investigate every person who came to the celebration. The waiters are included!" He ordered Salvatore. Salvatore said, "Yes! But Mr. Jordan, the wine was prepared by this old dog Russell, could he have been the culprit?"

Jordan thought about it and said, "He has a motive but I have a strong feeling it isn't him, though we should run a thorough check on him too. In addition to Russell, I want you to send someone to New York City to check on Cayden Huxley's movements in the past two days, as well as Tyler Collins, Brad Howard, and Alex Howard!"

Given that Jordan had way too many enemies, it was difficult for him to easily deduce who the culprit was.

Salvatore hastily agreed, "Mr. Jordan, I'll take you to the hospital and get your eyes before replaceing that bastard. I promise I'll stand up for you!"

Within moments, Salvatore took Jordan to the hospital in Houston and did a careful examination. He thought that if Jordan had only been drugged and his eyes weren't damaged, the matter should be resolved easily.

However, the doctor said, "Mr. Steele's eyes have not been damaged and they look just like a normal person's but there is a serious problem with the nerves in his eyes, especially the optic nerve that is responsible for visual transmission."

"We are currently unable to know what kind of drug ingredients have caused damage to you, Mr. Steele. Can you replace the glass of wine he drank yesterday and give it to us?" Salvatore said with an anxious face, "The wine glasses that he drank from yesterday have all been washed."

The doctor sighed and said, "That will be quite a hassle then. Mr. Steele's condition isn't suitable for surgery and we'll have to treat him with medicine. This is all we can do." Salvatore was furious and grabbed the doctor. "What do you mean you can't do anything about it!? If you can't cure Mr. Steele, you can forget..."

"Salvatore!"

Salvatore frantically walked over.

Jordan said, "Don't make things difficult for the doctor. The Howards are already aware that something has happened to me. Martin told me to go back to DC immediately and that he has already hired the best ophthalmologist to treat me."

Salvatore quickly nodded. "Well, the competency of the crappy doctors here is terrible! Mr. Jordan, ignore that doctor's nonsense, you will definitely be fine!"

The two were about to leave when they saw a middle-aged man in a suit hurrying over.

It was Russell.

The moment he saw the man, Salvatore moved aggressively towards Russell with every intention to beat him into pulp. "Russell Miller, how dare you harm Mr. Jordan!?!"

Russell hastily waved his hand to fend him off. "It wasn't me, it wasn't me!"

Salvatore said angrily, "You provided all the champagne for the celebration. Who else could it have been if it weren't you!?"

Russell said aggrievedly, "There was nothing wrong with the champagne. Look, so many people drank it and they're all fine, aren't they? Someone deliberately spik Jordan's glass of champagne! I swear this has absolutely nothing to do with me!"