Chapter 232 Reaping the Consequences
Elsewhere, Wilber Gilbert received the same message.
"Mr. Gilbert, Miss Luann Weaver requests your presence on the third floor for a consultation," said the messenger.
Already displeased from a recent fallout with Luann Weaver, Wilber Gilbert immediately agreed, "Let's go."
He was led into a room, where the villa had meticulously set up a bed adorned with rose petals and a large heart-shaped pillow.
He sat at the edge of the bed, completely unaware that the waiter who led him there was knocked out just outside the door.
...
Before he could even get comfortable, another waiter came in.
"Mr. Gilbert, my apologies, I got the room wrong. Please, follow me to the correct one," said the waiter with a light frown, clearly annoyed.
Despite his annoyance, Wilber Gilbert rose and trailed after him. Almost immediately after his departure, Luann Weaver's waiter arrived. Wilber puzzled over the absence of the person who was supposed to lead him.
He was waiting for both of them to turn up before he planned to lock the door from the outside.
Once the drug took effect, they wouldn't be able to escape.
"Where is Myron Curtis?" asked Luann Weaver, feigning ignorance.
The waiter sheepishly responded, "Would you mind waiting here, Mrs. Myron..."
Thump!
The waiter was knocked out cold.
The person who appeared behind him was the same one who had just led Wilber Gilbert away.
Eddy had sent him.
"Ma'am, everything is ready," he informed Luann Weaver.
Luann Weaver hummed slowly in response, indicating her understanding.
Everyone was eagerly waiting for Eddy to arrive.
Eddy leaned against the wall, his gaze flitting over the crowd. Soon, Grace's figure caught his eye. After all, it was her celebration party, and everyone there had come to toast her success. As soon as she appeared, a swarm of people would rush to offer her a drink. To deal with this, Grace always had a server by her side, tirelessly passing her glasses of champagne.
"Mr. Eddy, Mrs. Myron's table has been set up," a man said as he picked up a tray filled with several glasses of bubbly, including the one Eddy had spiked—a potent concoction given to him by Luann Weaver.
"Go on, just act natural," Eddy assured him.
With his head bowed, the server hastened to Grace's side, where many were congregating to congratulate her. Grace, clearly elated by her scheming triumph, greeted them with a beaming smile. Perhaps due to her years in the entertainment industry, her tolerance for alcohol was impressive. She downed ten glasses in quick succession without batting an eyelid.
As Grace reached for another glass, the server presented it hurriedly, but his hand shook, and the liquid spilled all over her.
Instantly, Grace's expression darkened. "I'm so sorry!" he stammered. "I'm really sorry, Miss!"
Grace refrained from making a scene despite the onlookers and managed a terse, "It's fine, no harm done."
The server's voice was frantic now. "Miss, your dress... There's a spare one in the restroom."
As Grace stalked off to the restroom, she glared at the server. The mishap had utterly ruined her good mood. Pushing open the door to the restroom, she was greeted by pitch darkness.
"What's going on? Who turned out the lights?" she muttered while stepping in to find the switch.
Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind her. A sinking feeling of dread crept into Grace's heart.
A figure lunged at her in the darkness, and before she could react, she was pinned against a table, the edge digging into her waist so painfully she almost lost her breath.
"How dare you!" she cried out. "Who are you? Let go!"
But the man was unresponsive—as if he had lost all sense, his voice breathy and close to her ear.
"Luann, do you know..." he whispered. "I've always regretted being with Juliet Weaver instead of choosing you."
"If I could make the choice again, I would definitely... definitely not let you go."
"Luann, can we start over? Can we...?"
The words sent a piercing ring through Grace's head, nearly rupturing her eardrums. This man... was he Wilber Gilbert? What was Wilber Gilbert doing here?
"Wilber Gilbert, I command you to let me go!" Grace's tone was fierce, distinctly not Luann Weaver's voice, a fact that was easy to discern.
However, at this moment, the thoughts already chaotic in Wilber Gilbert's ears, he failed to perceive it.
"Luann, you must also regret our relationship, right?" Wilber murmured.
"You see, even the heavens are helping us."
"I never had you before... so let's be together perfectly... today..."
Grace could hardly contain her fury.
"You worthless excuse for a man!"
"Two years with Luann Weaver, and you never slept with her?"
No wonder Myron Curtis treasured Luann like a precious jewel. She was still so pure!
Damn!
"Luann, I'll take responsibility..."
"Divorce Myron Curtis, and I'll marry you..."
Grace spat out angrily, "Marry my foot! Touch me again, and I'll kill you!"
As she said that, she lifted her foot and stomped hard on Wilber Gilbert's foot.
Pained, Wilber released her.
Grace dashed, stumbling, until she reached the door. She forcefully twisted the doorknob, only to find it locked from the outside!
"Damn it... this was my plan!"
Sweat ran down Grace's forehead.
A deep surprise emerged in her heart.
"Did Luann Weaver sense something?"
Had she actually turned the tables on her?
But how did Luann Weaver know!
Grace had been so careful!
"Luann, don't go... don't leave me..."
Wilber Gilbert's voice trailed behind him like a shadow. The soft moonlight streamed through the curtain's openings, creating silver beams.
Grace reached into her bag for her phone, intending to call someone for help.
But as the light appeared.
Wilber forcefully knocked the phone from her hand, and it accidentally got kicked under the bed.
"Damn it!" Grace cried out in despair.
And to her horror, a profound weakness emerged from within her body, growing stranger by the second.
"What's happening..." she murmured.
"Why do I... feel so hot?"
The thermostat was set to 74 degrees. It couldn't possibly be the heat!
"So strange..."
Grace's hands trembled.
"Drugged?"
"How could I..."
"Luann Weaver, did you drug me?!"
Quickly, Grace realized the unfamiliar sensations in her body were perhaps due to being drugged with the same substance.
"That wicked woman, Luann Weaver, how dare she do this to me!" Grace muttered as she hurriedly sprawled onto the ground, half of her body attempting to squeeze under the bed, her arm stretched out long.
Her fingertips grazed the edge of her phone just as Wilber Gilbert grabbed her ankles and yanked her out forcefully.
The phone buzzed and vibrated. The lit screen and incoming call display were tantalizingly within reach but to no avail.
