Chapter 1449 Lucas Schemes Against Bernice
Bernice knocked everything off the sink as she started convulsing like crazy.
When Lucas realized something was seriously wrong, he let go, and Bernice shot out of the water, collapsing on the floor. She looked like a ghost, her face pale and her hair soaked. She was shaking all over. The tough-as-nails Bernice now had a look of pure terror, like she'd just seen the scariest thing ever.
Lucas just stood there, stunned.
He'd never seen Bernice lose it like this.
It was like her tough exterior had finally cracked.
And there she was, her real self, laid bare.
He reached out to help her.
But Bernice pulled away, scrambling to her feet and stumbling out.
When Lucas chased after her, he saw she'd left without grabbing anything, her hair a mess.
She didn't even take her phone or her bag.
She even left Laura behind.
Lucas was totally caught off guard.
All he wanted was to wake Bernice up with some water, maybe give her a bit of a scare.
Was it really that bad?
He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, feeling irritated.
The bartender, mixing a drink, handed it to him and asked, "Where's Ms. Ramsey? I just went to get some antiseptic; her wound needs cleaning."
"What, you got a thing for her?" Lucas shot him a cold look.
The bartender, looking scared, quickly said, "No, no, no, someone like Ms. Ramsey is way out of our league. She just crushed a glass earlier, and it's our job to take care of it."
"Crushed a glass?" Lucas was surprised, remembering Bernice's hand injury. He hadn't thought it was from that.
Joseph had done stuff like that before, but not many women would.
"Yeah, Ms. Ramsey sure can handle a lot of pain. She didn't even flinch when the glass cut her hand," the bartender said.
"Why'd she crush it?" Lucas took a drag of his cigarette and asked.
"No clue," the bartender said, shrugging. 'Who knows why she does that?' he thought.
After finishing his cigarette in silence, Lucas glanced at Laura, wondering who he should call to pick her up.
He used to call Michael, but that was out of the question now.
Maybe he should call Cassie.
Just as he was about to dial, Laura's phone on the bar rang. It was Derek calling.
Lucas answered, "Laura's drunk at the club. Come get her and take her back to the Presidential Palace."
Derek was surprised and asked, "Lucas? Why are you with her?"
"Just ran into her," Lucas said and then gave the address.
In less than half an hour, Derek showed up.
"That was fast, huh?" Lucas flicked his cigarette ash, his face unreadable.
"Thanks, Lucas," Derek didn't answer directly, just smiled warmly and walked over to Laura, who was passed out on the table.
Derek frowned, remembering she hadn't been this drunk last time. "Lucas, how much did she drink?"
"No idea," Lucas said, looking at the bartender.
The bartender quickly said, "She drank four bottles by herself."
Derek's mouth twitched, and he pulled out his wallet. "How much?"
"Mr. Nelson's got it covered," the bartender replied.
"Just a small tab," Lucas said nonchalantly.
Given Lucas's status, Derek didn't argue about the money. "Thanks, I'll take her home."
Derek picked Laura up, and she snuggled into his arms, falling asleep peacefully.
Derek tightened his grip and left with Laura.
Lucas didn't feel like sticking around either. He turned and left the club. Once in his car, he pulled out Bernice's phone from his pocket, a white one without a case.
For some reason, Bernice's earlier image flashed through Lucas's mind.
So Lucas drove to the Dreamscape Entertainment Group.
As soon as he entered the CEO's office, Max looked surprised. "Mr. Nelson, what brings you here? And why are you holding a woman's bag?"
Lucas tossed the bag on the table. "It's Bernice's."
"How did her bag end up with you?" Max's eyes turned curious and a bit mischievous. "You two didn't..."
"You're overthinking it. When I went to the club, I saw her drinking heavily. She was completely wasted," Lucas shot him a cold look. "You need to keep a better eye on your artists. If the press gets wind of this, it'll be a mess."
Max was shocked. "No way, Bernice usually handles her drinks well at social events. She rarely gets this drunk."
"You think I'm lying?" Lucas pointed to the bag on the table. "If she wasn't drunk, would she forget to take her bag?"
"Of course, I wouldn't doubt your words. I'm just worried about Bernice. Could she be having some relationship troubles?"
After Max said that, the air seemed to get colder.
"Relationship troubles?" Lucas sneered. "She has a boyfriend?"
"Of course not." Max suddenly shivered. "She might have other worries. I'll give her a call."
"Don't bother. Her phone is with me," Lucas said lazily. "But if she wants her phone back, tell her to come get it from me personally."
Max was silent.
He felt like Lucas was scheming against Bernice.
"Make sure to pass on my message." Lucas said and left.
Max was speechless. So Lucas came just to deliver Bernice's bag and mention she was drunk?
But Bernice left so quickly that Max didn't even get a chance to tell Lucas about Sarah.
After thinking for a moment, Max called Bernice's agent, Fiona. "You have a key to Bernice's place, right? Take this bag to her."
Fiona was busy and only managed to go to Bernice's apartment in the evening.
At first, she knocked, but no one answered. Then she used the spare key to enter and found Bernice curled up on the sofa, her face pale, trembling all over, eyes closed, and her hair and clothes soaking wet.
Fiona was startled and touched Bernice's forehead, finding it burning hot.
Fiona quickly called an ambulance and took Bernice to the hospital.
At the Nelson Mansion, Lucas was swimming in the pool when his phone rang.
He swam over, answered, and put it on speaker. Max's voice came through, "Mr. Nelson, you didn't do anything to Bernice when you saw her at the club today, did you?"
"What do you mean?" Lucas wiped the water off his face, his tone displeased.
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