Chaptér 298
Andrew set down the glasses and nodded to them both. “Both glasses contain traces of the drug. Since Finley and Yvonne used this lounge, ‘s safe to assume they both consumed it.” “So, Finley drugged Yvonne,” Natasha blurted out. “Which means he wanted to…”
“He wanted to sleep with her,” Dylan cut in eagerly. “Everything before was just an act. He secretly drugged Yvonne, and they might be in the middle of it right now!”
Natasha’s face lit up with excitement. “That’s got to be it! That sly bastard Finley really knows how to play dirty.”
“Quick, we need to find out where Finley and Yvonne went,” Andrew urged. “The drug acts fast. Based on when they left, it should be taking effect right about now.”
Natasha smirked coldly. “Leave it to my people to handle this. We’ll track them down and catch them in the act.”
She turned to Andrew with an amused smile. “Impressive. Even in this mess, you still managed to uncover a lead, darling.”
Without Andrew’s sharp observation and notice of the drugged wine, Natasha and Dylan would have given up the chase entirely. That would have meant missing out on a golden opportunity to enrage Atlas.
It did not take long before Natasha received a call from one of her subordinates.
“Madam Vostokoff, we’ve got a location. Someone spotted Finley and Yvonne entering one of the hotels owned by the Rhodes Corporation.
Natasha hung up and grinned. “Mr. Lloyd, Mr. Garner, it’s our turn to make a move.”
The three of them quickly piled into the car and headed toward the hotel.
However, as they reached the gates of the villa, Aspen and Christina stepped in front of Natasha’s car, blocking the way.
“Ms. Vostokoff, we’d like to have another word with you,” Aspen said with a calm, confident smile. “The Stevens family of Bridgefields is seeking a high–level partner in Jayrodale. I imagine that’s something you’d be interested in
Aspen carried herself with the poise of someone born to command attention. As the pride of the Stevens family, she considered herself a woman destined to achieve greater things than most men ever could.
To her, men like Andrew were hardly worth a second glance.
However, Natasha’s patience was already wearing thin. “Ms. Stevens, I have urgent matters to
attend to. Let’s talk another time.”
Completely oblivious to Natasha’s annoyance, Aspen continued to block the road with an air of superiority.
She continued, “What could be more important than partnering with the Stevens family? Let’s handle this now. Of course, I’ll need you to dismiss a certain… unnecessary individual. Por instance, that pretty boy beside you who seems to be good for nothing more than entertaining
Women.”
As she spoke, Aspen cast a dismissive glance at Andrew, tilting her chin high. Her expression seemed to say, “You may have your moment of favor, but in the presence of someone like me, you’re still a nobody.”
However, Natasha’s expression turned icy as she snapped, “Aspen, can’t you read the room? I told you I have something to do, and here you are, still standing in the middle of the road like an idiot.”
She mocked, “Looks like the Stevens family’s ‘golden girl‘ has more than a few screws loose.”
Aspen’s smug smile froze, and even Christina, who stood beside her, looked utterly humiliated.
Natasha’s voice dropped to a cutting tone. “And one more thing, Aspen–listen carefully. Andrew is my chosen man, and if you dare insult him or look down on him again, I’ll slap your smug face so hard you’ll be crying all the way back to Bridgefields. Now get out of my way!”
The car roared to life and sped off, leaving a trail of exhaust fumes. The cloud of smoke hit Aspen square in the face, her once–pristine complexion turning shades of red and white from sheer frustration.
For a moment, Aspen’s mind went blank.
Natasha, the formidable woman of West End, had just publicly berated her–for Andrew, of all people. Moreover, it was not just any scolding–Natasha had chosen him over her, Aspen Stevens, the pride of the Bridgefields Stevens family!
