The Billionaire's Regret: His Secret Wife Turned Medical Genius novel Chapter 126

Emily lifted the glass and caught a cloying sweetness that didn't match the appearance of the drink. However, she felt that it wasn't uncommon for cocktails to smell sweet. So, despite her slight frown, she didn't think much of it.

But when the cold cocktail slid down her throat, a sudden heat instantly bloomed in her stomach and surged to her head.

Soon, her vision blurred, and the room swayed.

Across from her, Mallory was already slurring, half draped over the back of the couch. She grabbed her handbag and waved at Arthur. "I'm calling it. I'm handing Mills over to you."

Without waiting for an answer, she tottered out in a crooked line.

Arthur shook his head and looked at Emily. "Emily, are you okay? Your face is really red."

A new wave of dizziness hit as Emily pressed a hand to her forehead, eyes struggling to focus. "I... I don't feel well."

Upon sensing that something was off, Arthur reached for her arm to steady her. "I'll take you home."

But the moment their skin touched, Emily's body trembled, and her alarm sounded.

She wasn't drunk—someone had spiked her drink!

She'd caught Robert doing this once with water, but she'd never thought someone would slip something into her drink tonight.

From a dark corner of the hallway, Vivian watched Arthur steady Emily toward the elevator.

A malicious smile spread across her face. She already knew what would happen once Emily drank the drugged cocktail.

"Emily, let's see how you act all high and mighty now!" she muttered under her breath.

Meanwhile, Arthur supported Emily as they made their way to the garage. He opened the passenger side and carefully settled her inside.

By then, Emily was barely conscious, her body limp as she mumbled something he couldn't understand.

Wasting no time, Arthur jumped behind the wheel and turned the key. However, though the engine sputtered, it simply wouldn't start.

He turned the key again, but it was still of no use. The fuel gauge was stuck at zero. "Come on," he muttered, smacking the wheel.

He glanced at Emily beside him. Her breathing had quickened, and an unnatural flush burned on her cheeks.

He didn't have time to hunt for gas.

His hand tightened around the phone case until it nearly creaked from the pressure.

Soon, he was storming out of his office and rushing to the elevator.

As he rode down the elevator, he called Roman. In a cold voice, he said, "Locate Emily's phone now!"

On the other end of the line, Roman's stomach dropped. It seemed like something had gone wrong.

He didn't waste a second, fingers flying over the keyboards as he texted Gabriel an update.

"I've got it. She's at Kinsworth Hotel, downtown."

"Send me the location," Gabriel said, then hung up.

He slid behind the wheel of the Bentley, glanced at the address on his screen, and hit the gas.

With that, the car roared out of the garage and into the night.