Chapter 147 Leave It On, Alright?

• Victor's silence spoke louder than words, his sharp gaze lingering on her with an intensity that demanded attention. Evelyn, unwilling to be pinned down by his presence, planted her palms against his solid chest and shoved him back with determination. The hint of romance between them dissipated like a fleeting mist. "Hazel just downed an entire glass of that cocktail from the private room—a one-night-stand. Did you touch it?" He finally spoke, his tone edged with concern. Her brows shot up, her expression instantly clouding with concern. A one-night-stand? She hadn't imagined the drink carried such a name, and now the thought of Hazel consuming an entire glass sent unease coursing through her. "I didn't touch it," she replied curtly. Without another word, she pulled out her phone and dialed Hazel's number with urgency.
• The phone continued to ring, unanswered, each chime amplifying her worry. Determined, she prepared to dial again, but Victor swiftly plucked it from her grasp. Her gaze sharpened. "What are you doing? Give it back! I need to reach Hazel!" He arched a brow, his voice dripping with mockery. "What's next? If they start some scandalous performance, are you planning to buy a ticket and cheer them on?" Her cheeks burned with anger as she yanked the phone from his hand, her glare sharp enough to cut. He didn't flinch. Instead, his tone cooled, his words measured. "Elijah already informed Zachary. Hazel's issue is being dealt with, and it's none of your concern anymore. Let's go—I'm taking you home."
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