Chapter 349 Trapped
Margaret's figure was undeniably perfect.
Her perky breasts were completely exposed in front of Michael.
Michael closed his eyes, intending to push her away, but his hand accidentally brushed against her soft chest.
He recoiled as if shocked, but Margaret held his hand firmly between her breasts.
Margaret's breasts were round, soft, and elastic. Michael's suppressed desire flared up again. He growled, yanked his hand free, and grabbed Margaret by the throat.
His arm muscles bulged, and his eyes were icy cold. He glared at her, his voice like shards of ice. "I'll say it one last time. Get out! Or I'll make sure you regret it!"
Margaret's feet barely touched the ground as she stared at him in disbelief, unable to speak.
She clawed at Michael's hand, trying to pry it off. Her face turned purple, and she struggled to breathe.
Michael glared at her and then threw her to the ground.
Margaret knelt there, gasping for air and coughing. She felt a chill in her heart.
Michael was terrifying.
She did want to make love to him, but not at the cost of her life.
Michael stepped over her, still in his soaking wet clothes, and walked out. He opened the door and shouted down the hallway, "Daniel!"
Daniel, who had been searching for him, rushed over. He was shocked to see Michael in such a disheveled state, his eyes filled with regret.
He shouldn't have left. Moving that car could have waited a few minutes. He shouldn't have left Michael alone!
If anything bad had happened, he wouldn't be able to appease Michael's anger even if he died a thousand times.
Daniel took off his suit jacket and draped it over Michael, quickly calling the bodyguards. "Emergency. Get here now. Bring Mr. Thomas's spare clothes."
He helped Michael downstairs. An ambulance was already there, its lights flashing.
Daniel helped Michael over. The medical staff saw him and immediately brought a stretcher.
The doctor asked about Michael's symptoms, and Daniel answered each question.
During the ride, the doctor administered a sedative to Michael, and his emotions gradually stabilized.
Following the doctor's orders, Daniel accompanied him to the hospital for a stomach pump.
The driver and bodyguards followed the ambulance in a car.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth woke up in the guest room bed. After a nap, she felt even more exhausted and weak.
She rubbed her eyes and called her bodyguard, asking him to wait for her at the door.
Today's events were strange.
No matter how sleep-deprived she was, she wouldn't usually fall asleep at a party, especially not on someone else's property. It was unbelievable.
If she had encountered a bad person, she wouldn't have had the strength to resist.
She glanced at her evening dress. Thankfully, it was intact, just a bit wrinkled.
She rubbed her temples and groggily walked out.
She suddenly remembered seeing Michael and Daniel at the party. She wondered if they were still around.
She hadn't greeted them tonight and hoped they wouldn't think she was rude.
Oh well, she'd deal with it if they confronted her. She was just too tired.
Not only tired, but her head hurt, and her vision was blurry. These symptoms suggested she had been drugged.
She didn't waste any more time and hurried downstairs, leaving the party without alerting the Ramirez family.
In the car, she let out a long breath. The bodyguard in the driver's seat teased her, "Ms. Jones, it feels like you went to a lion's den instead of a party."
Elizabeth leaned back in her seat, her back covered in cold sweat. She whispered, "Take me to the hospital."
She couldn't take any chances, not knowing if the drug would affect her baby.
The bodyguard's expression turned serious, and he started the car immediately.
At the hospital, Elizabeth underwent a full examination and drug concentration test.
Fortunately, the drug dosage was low. The doctor advised her to drink plenty of water to help flush it out.
A nearby nurse muttered, "So many people got drugged today."
The masked doctor looked up and gave her a warning glance.
The nurse quickly shut up and led Elizabeth out of the examination room.
Elizabeth didn't think much of it. She and the bodyguard soon returned to Whispering Pines Estates.
Dean was still busy in his room.
Elizabeth washed up and went to bed. Before sleeping, she habitually checked her phone for unread messages.
One was from Matthew: [Elizabeth, I advise you to stay away from Michael. You know he only has eyes for you, yet you keep playing with his feelings. You'll get what's coming to you. You're pregnant, so think about your baby and his father before you do anything. Michael likes you and won't scold you, but I'm his friend and can't stand seeing him hurt. If I find out you're deceiving him again, I won't be polite! Consider yourself warned!]
Elizabeth read the long message several times, trying to understand what Matthew meant.
She knew every word, but together, they made no sense.
She'd get what's coming to her? What had she done to deserve that? Had she done something terrible?
Matthew said she was playing with Michael's feelings. How? Wasn't it always him who came to her, dragged her to bed, and took what he wanted? When had she deceived him?
She thought, 'Matthew must be drunk or on something. Why else would he talk nonsense?'
"Ridiculous." She muttered to herself, put her phone on the bedside table, and hugged her pillow, trying to sleep despite her chaotic thoughts.
At the Ramirez family hotel, in a second-floor guest room, Margaret sat on the bed, disheveled, wrapped in a blanket.
She was naked, her dress ruined. She picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Where are you? How's it going?"
A sweet voice answered, "No problems here. Everything's going smoothly. How about you, Margaret?"
Margaret bit her lip, hugging her chest. "Come to my room. I didn't succeed. The prey got away."
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