Chapter 2 Find That Woman!

The aphrodisiac was so strong that the two of them made passionate love all night all over the suite, traversed from the floor to the sofa, from the bed to the balcony...

Pleasured moans and erotic gasps filled the room until the two finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

Lindsey didn't know how long she had slept. Peeling her eyes open, she immediately winced as she tried to sit up in bed. Her body was so sore from last night, covered in scandalous hickeys.

Just then, she noticed the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

Her eyes lit up. The man she had spent the night with was in the shower!

Fearing that he'd ask her to take responsibility for last night, she hurried to get dressed and then scrawled a note to thank him for helping her. Then, she placed the remaining spare change and jewelry on the bedside table as a token of gratitude, right next to the note.

Without a moment to lose, she slipped out the door and ran away from the hotel as fast as she could.

By the time Domenic emerged from the bathroom, she was long gone. He scanned the room, but it was the bloodstains on the bed sheet that caught his attention.

Seeing this, Domenic frowned slightly.

Then he shifted his gaze to the things she had left on the bedside table, and let out a chuckle.

He was the heir to the Walsh family, the CEO of the Vitality Group, and the hidden mastermind who held the economic reins of the city. How could that woman simply depart after using him for a night, leaving behind only a meager reward of less than five hundred dollars and a note?

Dealing with him was not that simple!

Ten minutes later, Domenic was standing straight with one hand in his pocket, the other holding a lit cigarette. He took a long drag and expelled the smoke slowly, eyeing the man bowing in front of him.

The young man, who was tied up, fell to his knees and sobbed, "I'm so sorry, Domenic. I did this for your own good. You're already twenty-eight years old, yet you've never had a girlfriend—you've never even flirted with a woman! I was getting worried about you, so... so I took it upon myself to help you out!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Domenic glanced at the bloodstains on the bed sheet and asked coldly, "What's the name of that woman?"

"What?" The young man, Emilio Howard, showed a look of confusion.

"What woman?"

Domenic had never so much as glanced at a woman in the past twenty years, which was why Emilio concluded that he played for the other team.

Emilio did send someone here last night, but it wasn't a woman—he had sent a man!

So, what woman was he talking about? Emilio's eyes widened in shock.

"Domenic, I—"

Before he could get another word out, Domenic cut him off abruptly with a swift kick to his shoulder.

"Check all the surveillance videos of last night," Domenic barked. "Find that woman, even if it means turning the whole city upside down. By the way, the person in charge of the project abroad just died of malaria. If you can't find that woman, I'll have you take over the project instead."

Emilio looked at the man who towered over him in shock and surprise, and it took him a long time to come to his senses.

He couldn't help but feel worried about that woman.

It was known to all that Domenic was like a cheetah. Whether his prey would live or die depended on his mood.

Whoever had slept with Domenic last night dared to just leave him the morning after. Whoever she was, she had guts!

*

The woman in question, Lindsey, took a taxi straight home.

Kendra and Chayce's vicious plan kept replaying in her mind. Furious, she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails pierced into her flesh.

No, she couldn't let them get away with this. She had to do something.

She had to expose their true colors!

After sorting out her thoughts, Lindsey returned home with a calm expression, as though nothing had happened.

As soon as she entered the house, her father, Benny Stewart, stood up from the sofa.

"Where were you last night? I called your teacher and was told that you never went back to your dormitory," he questioned in a low growl.

His angry eyes were bloodshot, and he was clearly a ticking time bomb.

"Benny, don't get mad. It's not healthy. Lindsey is still young, and she has a lot to learn." Kendra pretended to be considerate, urging Benny to calm down. Then, she looked at Lindsey with a feigned empathetic expression.

"Lindsey, please don't blame your father for being angry with you. After all, you're a girl, and we care about your safety. Do you know how anxious your father and I were when we learned that you never returned to your dorm? We were so worried that something bad might've happened to you. What should we have done if that were the case? It's not that we care about the reputation of our family; what we care about is you."

Kendra's eyes were filled with worry as she spoke. If Lindsey hadn't overheard Kendra plotting against her with Chayce last night, Kendra's "concerned parent" act would've fooled her.

But now, Lindsey was sober and knew exactly what Kendra was up to.

As expected, Kendra's words successfully added fuel to the flame, making Benny even more angry.

"Nonsense! You're already over twenty, yet you still act like a child! It seems I've spoiled you too much. Today, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Benny picked up a hard stick and swung it at Lindsey!

Just as the stick was about to land on her, Lindsey suddenly knelt down in front of Benny.