Rachel Bailey didn't know what conspiracy the lady and her bodyguard were discussing, but at that mont, she was filled with dissatisfaction and rage. If the other party weren't an elder, she really would have cursed them.
She wanted her phone back. When she had spoken to Julia Bluen just now, her tone and laughter had been abnormal. She believed Julia must have noticed and would definitely call her again. But her phone had been seized by this arrogant old woman who treated her like dirt to be trampled underfoot. Without her phone, she had no way to contact Julia.
Seeing the two of them conspiring, a sense of foreboding swept over her. She had heard that won in wealthy families could be malicious. This lady appeared gentle, but she was actually formidable. What could she do to ? she wondered. They can't really throw out of T City, can they? T City isn't owned by the Ruiz Family, so what right do they have to forcibly evict ?
Floyd Thomas turned to pour another glass of water for Rachel, setting it before her. "Miss Bailey," he said politely, "you must be thirsty after talking so much. Please drink so water." He then removed the first glass he had brought, as the water had grown cold.
Mrs. Alwin placed Rachel's phone on the coffee table and pushed it back towards her, smiling warmly. "Miss Bailey, you are correct. The problem isn't with you; I was the one who offended. Here's your phone back."
What trick is she playing now?
Rachel beca fully alert, not believing Mrs. Alwin could have had such an easy change of heart.
She quickly retrieved her phone and stood up. "If that's the case, Madam," she said coolly, "please allow to take my leave." After speaking, she turned to go, but Floyd stood in her way, intentionally or unintentionally blocking her.
"Miss Bailey, surely you'll have a glass of water? Or are you blaming for my rudeness?" Mrs. Alwin regarded Rachel with gentle eyes and spoke softly.
Rachel frowned slightly. It's just a glass of water, yet Mrs. Alwin seems determined for to drink it.
Could there be sothing wrong with the water?
I saw Floyd pour it for . Even though his back was to , he poured it so quickly; there shouldn't have been ti for any tampering.
She turned, her bright eyes eting Mrs. Alwin's gaze. "Madam, you're making too much of this. You're rely looking out for your son's best interests, and I fully understand that soone of my background indeed doesn't match Mr. Hansen's status. As long as you don't make unreasonable claims or insult my character, I won't take offense or hold any grudge against you. I'm not thirsty, and I wish to take my leave." With that, she gave Mrs. Alwin a faint nod and moved past Floyd towards the door.
But after only a few steps, a sharp pain shot through the back of her neck. Her vision went dark, and she lost consciousness.
Floyd caught Rachel as she crumpled, having knocked her out. He looked towards Mrs. Alwin, who said with a stern face, "Take her away. Just send her back to her own ho, and make sure she isn't hard."
In the end, Mrs. Alwin had resorted to forceful asures to expel Rachel from Hansen Ruiz's world.
Floyd nodded silently. He didn't want to treat Rachel this way, but as Mrs. Alwin's bodyguard, his loyalty was to her—unless he was prepared to ruin his career.
"Rember, don't let the Eldest Young Master find out, or I'll make your entire family unemployed!" Mrs. Alwin warned him coldly, as if seeing right through his thoughts.
"Yes."
A shiver ran down Floyd's spine; he was well aware of Mrs. Alwin's thods. I could stop working for the Ruiz family, he thought grimly, but my own family would suffer the consequences because of .
Mrs. Alwin waved her hand in satisfaction, signaling Floyd to take Rachel away imdiately.
Floyd went to the mini-bar in the room, grabbed a bottle of alcohol, unscrewed the cap, took a few mouthfuls, and sprayed the alcohol onto Rachel to create the false impression that she was drunk. Then, he supported her and left the luxurious, oppressive room.
After Floyd had taken Rachel away, Mrs. Alwin finally relaxed, sinking gently into the sofa. Rachel Bailey, I'm doing this for my son, she sighed internally. You truly don't suit him. I have no choice but to treat you this way. I hope you won't hate .
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Outside the hotel, Floyd easily deceived all the attendants and supported Rachel out.
A black rcedes sped towards them just as he was helping Rachel exit the hotel.
The rcedes stopped with the suddenness of a storm front, pulling up sharply before him and blocking his path.
Then, a tall, beautiful woman with a striking appearance leaped from the car, landing before him. She reached out to take Rachel from his arms, asking in puzzlent, "What happened to Rachel?"
Floyd quickly prevented Julia from taking Rachel.
"Who are you?" Julia imdiately demanded, her tone sharp. She suspected Floyd was the type to take advantage of Rachel; his presentable appearance—which, if anything, surpassed Rachel's at that mont—didn't fool her.
"And who are you? My girlfriend is drunk, and I'm taking her ho. Why are you trying to grab my girlfriend?" Floyd quickly spun a lie.
"Your girlfriend? Who are you fooling? Rachel is my best friend! If she were in a relationship, she would have told . I warn you, give Rachel back to now, or I'll sue you for everything you've got!" Julia's attitude was extrely firm; she didn't believe a word Floyd said.
Floyd glanced at the rcedes Julia was driving. He figured she was probably soone with connections, but he couldn't ignore Mrs. Alwin's orders.
Therefore, he swept Rachel into his arms and, bypassing Julia, tried to leave.
"Still trying to run!" Julia was outraged. She resolutely blocked Floyd's path again, her pretty face tense as she commanded coldly, "Let go of Rachel, or I'll call the police!" This man is definitely up to no good, she deduced. He's desperate to leave because he has a guilty conscience.
The strong scent of alcohol on Rachel convinced Julia that Floyd had deliberately plied her with drink.
Floyd's expression turned icy. "Keep spouting nonsense," he retorted coldly, "and I'll stop being polite!"
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