The continuous knock on the door pulled back Thomas from his wandering thought. Always calm and undisturbed, he panicked this time. Letting go of the woman in his arms, he strode to open the door.
It was the family's private doctor, Naomi Han, a 40-year-old woman with a wealth of medical experience. Seeing Lola on the bed, she knew immediately that Lola had been drugged, but it was not an ordinary drug.
Naomi inserted a cold needle into the veins of Lola and drew a little bit of blood for assay.
Two minutes later, Naomi explained, "She is infected with the N7d9 virus that is common in the black market. The antidote to this poison is man. And it has to be five times, or she will die." It means that she must... Or else die.
Thomas waved his hand and let Naomi leave. As Lola was tossing about, he stood by the bedside and watched her with mixed feelings.
Her clothes were almost ripped off by herself, while Thomas had never been so hesitant. He fetched a cigarette provided by the hotel on the table, and took a puff. Without smoking experience, he started to cough violently.
Thomas took five of them and hadn't made a decision yet. Most of Lola's clothes had been torn to shreds by herself.
Having tucked her in, he took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
"She is in trouble. Hurry or she would be mine!"
In the office, Harry hung up the phone with a gloomy look. Having no time to be jealous, he asked Joey to start his private jet.
Yolanda came to the company to stop Harry. She watched his frightening look and asked, "What's the matter, Harry?"
"You go back first." He said coldly and left the office in a hurry.
Less than two hours later, the private jet landed on the square in front of the Venice Hotel. Stunned to see the cool and handsome Harry stepping down from the plane, the doorman hurriedly opened the door of the hotel.
"Excuse me, Sir, may I ask who..." Before the hostess had finished, Harry walked to the elevator along with Joey.
Joey figured that Lola must be in some kind of trouble, otherwise Harry wouldn't be so anxious and bother to come by private jet.
Joey quickly pressed the elevator button, letting Harry go in, while he waited downstairs. In places like hotels, his boss would give him a call if necessary.
It took Harry two hours and a minute to go from D City to the hotel room. Meanwhile, Thomas had been struggling with his sensibility for two hours and a minute.
"She was drugged, black-market N7d9 virus. Next time you fail to take care of her, I don't mind marrying her." Thomas said with a smile, while Harry had a strong intention to knock his head off. But right now he has more important matter. "I'm not going to let her have the chance to marry again."
The rivals in love confronted each other with jealousy. These two extraordinary men were both at the pinnacle of power. It would be turmoil and chaos if they were to fight a duel!
When Harry saw the dishevelled Lola, he turned around and prepared to beat Thomas, only to find that the door was closed by the man.
Suffering every minute, Lola turned over from side to side in agony.
Why was she so painful and why did no one came to her rescue? She faintly heard someone speaking. Save her, she's dying!
Harry looked at the struggling Lola, sanely took out his cell phone and called Ben. "What kind of virus is N7d9?"
Ben, in surprise, explained to him that it was a new virus that could only be found in black market. Why did Harry suddenly ask about that? However, despite his curiosity, he did not dare to ask Harry why.
After hanging up the phone, Harry did not hesitate to release her from pain.
"Harry, help! I'm feeling so sick." Hearing the woman whispering his name in unconsciousness, Harry smiled.
...
At noon the next day, Lola tried to open her eyes when the sky was already bright. She had no idea what time it was.
Her body was paining when she made a slight movement.
She reached for her cell phone, but touched a warm body instead.
Lola suddenly opened her eyes and found that Harry was looking at her with his right arm supporting his head.
Wasn't she in A Country? How could he be here? Was she dreaming? She closed her eyes, and opened them again. Harry was still looking at her.
"You don't have to close your eyes again. It's me, your husband." It was rare that Harry was still lying on the bed in the afternoon.
"Am I not in A Country?" Lola asked with wide inquisitive eyes. Why did he suddenly appear here?
"Can you get up?" The irrelevant reply made her even more confused.
Indisposed, Lola tried to sit up but her arms failed to support her. She lay back again.
"I'm sick?" It was the only possibility.
"Yeah, you're sick. But I have cured you."
"Oh, when did Boss Si become a doctor?" Lola glared at the man who had been staring at her.
"I have cured you. You are really an ungrateful wretch to have a dig at me rather than express your gratitude. Don't you dare!" Harry stared back, his eyes sparkling with discontent and anger.
She smiled awkwardly. "Well... Let me see." She returned to the hotel last night, had dinner, and was ready to go to sleep. No. It was right after the dinner that she felt unwell. "What happened to me last night?"
"You were poisoned." He answered softly.
Poisoned? Yes, she remembered the weird feeling when Mike drugged her last time. But this time it was more potent!
It couldn't be Mike and Sara. Could it be...? She glanced at the man on top of her, and her intuition told her that it must be Yolanda!
"Who did this to me? Was it Yolanda?" She pushed away Harry and covered herself with the quilt.
"Lola, don't think ill of Yolanda. She just can't get over the past, but she won't hurt anyone!" Harry cannot change the fact that this little woman really disliked Yolanda.
"Let me tell you something else. Naughty was drowned. I was set up in the company. And last night I was poisoned. Your ex-girlfriend was absolutely in for them!" Lola asserted. Sara, who was not so intelligent, would only jump at her in person instead of playing dirty. She did not have that brain!
Harry thought Lola was exaggerating. So he did not go on with the topic, but went directly to the bathroom to take a shower.
Lola grimaced to the back of Harry. "Fine, you don't want me to talk about it. But you are with me anyway!" Lola thought.
After the shower, Harry walked out of the bathroom wrapped in bath towels, only to find there was no one on the bed. So, Lola disappeared...
Harry glanced around the room. Everything was gone. It seemed she ran away again!
For god's sake!
Before he flew back, Harry received a text message from Thomas. The content was a name: "Sara Fu." He understood what Thomas meant. He turned his phone off after texting back "Thank you!"