Pawn 2
Rogan hastily took out the pill and handed it to Carla.
After swallowing the pill, Carla closed her eyes and recomposed herself.
"I didn't think that Mr. Chroma would betray you, " Rogan commented. "What a pity we trusted him so much and thought of him as a friend."
"Brad must be a pawn for someone else, " Carla said in a raspy voice.
Speaking seemed to have taken out too much of her air, and she could not help but think, This is quite potent. The black tea I drank earlier did not taste odd. I really didn't think I'd have fallen for it. Luckily, I was smart enough to bring the medication Hapilia prepared today. This medication is something Dr. Feroma came up with, so it'll easily counteract most drugs.
"A pawn? He said that everyone in the hotel is his people!" Rogan spat out. "Ms. Lierger, we'll expose him for his lies right this instance!"
"No, " Carla stopped her. "This probably has something to do with the one behind the scenes. Since the other person has already made their move, they won't stop that quickly. We might as well go along with their plan and lure them out."
"Oh. What do we do now, then?" Rogan asked.
Carla remained silent as she kept her eyes closed.
"I'm glad that you kept Hapilia's pill with you. I don't dare to imagine what would happen if you didn't." Rogan's heart was still pounding from the scare.
Right then, the elevator came to a stop on the first floor. Just as the doors slid open, a fierce-looking man stormed into the elevator with a murderous look in his eyes.
Carla frowned before making a gesture to Rogan with a hand behind her back, signaling for her to get ready to flee.
Instantly understanding what she meant, Rogan readied herself to fight.
Thus, the two began battling.
Carla supported herself against the wall, seemingly about to collapse.
At that moment, Brad rushed out of the elevator. When he took in the scene, he rushed toward Carla to support her. "Carla, are you okay?"
"Brad…" Carla slumped into his arms.
"Carla, what happened? Carla?" Brad quickly brought Carla into the elevator before instructing his subordinate, "Help her out."
"Yes, Sir."
The two bodyguards then went to help Rogan out.
"Ms. Lierger, " Rogan shouted as she spun around, but when she saw the look in Carla's eyes, she got distracted and was kicked to the ground. Thus, she was unable to catch up with Carla.
In the elevator, as Brad held onto Carla, he asked, "Carla, how are you? Carla?"
Carla continued to lay slump in his arms, a dark blush spread across her face. It seemed that she was barely conscious as well.
"How did things turn out this way?" Brad panicked, but he soon said reassuringly, "Don't worry. I'm here. I won't let anyone hurt you."
When the elevator doors slid open, Brad helped Carla to his presidential suite.
After closing the door, Brad cautiously checked the suite for signs of other people. Once he made sure no one was around, he placed Carla on the bed and went to grab a damp towel to wipe her face.
At that moment, Carla was lying on the bed, the blush still on her face. Her lips were parted, and there was something alluring about her.
Brad was stuck in a trance as he looked at her. His hands halted midair, and his heart began thumping loudly against his ribcage.
For some reason he could not quite understand, he felt heat spreading to every part of his body.
It was then he put down the damp towel and began caressing Carla's face instead. In his eyes, lust emerged.
Brad leaned closer and closer to Carla, thinking of kissing her.
Carla's hands that were resting beside her slowly curled into fists as she furrowed her brows.
Right as she was about to strike, the room went pitch dark with a loud click.
Brad paused and instinctively turned around to look at the switch.
At that very second, Carla reached out and struck the back of his neck. Instantly, his body went limp and he collapsed onto the bed.
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