Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Chapter 132

Captivation Want Nothing But You Chapter 131 by Adolf Dunne

The manager, Dwayne, stared down at his phone with a dull expression. He pulled his mouth into a thin line then nibbled on his bottom lip. He didn’t know how to explain to the waiter what kind of person Mr. Sullivan’s ex-wife was. He supposed he could start with the fact that she was the daughter of the Bennet family.

It didn’t help that he didn’t know much about her as a person. The only knowledge he had of her was what he’d heard from the rumors circulating through the upper-class. But one thing he knew for sure was that Mr. Sullivan didn’t like Rachel, and that Rachel had done a lot of crazy and scandalizing things.

The most recent gossip on her was that she had bashed someone over the head with a wine bottle. The manager gritted his teeth, trying to convince himself to make the call. But in the end, he couldn’t. He turned to the waiter and held out the phone. “You call Miss Bennet and ask her to come.” He didn’t give the waiter a chance to disagree. He pushed the phone into his hand and left, leaving the waiter to stare down at Rachel’s number with a dazed expression.

After a while, he dialed it. Rachel had just hung up the phone after arranging a meeting date with Andy. She tossed her phone onto her bedside table and headed towards the bathroom to take a shower. She was hungry, and wanted to wash up before she went to get something to eat. But she couldn’t have taken more than two steps before her phone rang. She turned her head to glance over her shoulder at the number displayed on the screen. It was an unknown caller.

Who on earth would be calling her at this hour? There were a very select few people who knew her personal phone number. She declined the call and turned towards the bathroom again. Her phone immediately started ringing. She groaned in the back of her throat and looked over at the screen. It was the same number as before.

She had a feeling that whoever was calling her would persist until she answered. Rachel hesitated for a second longer before she picked up. “Hello, who’s speaking?” “Excuse my calling at this hour, but… Is this Miss Rachel Bennet speaking?” the waiter said after he glanced briefly at the name on the manager’s phone.

He wanted to be as respectful as possible in this situation. Rachel frowned. “This is Rachel Bennet speaking. How can I help you?” She could have sworn she heard the caller heave a sigh of relief when he heard her name. “Miss Bennet, I’m terribly sorry to bother you. This is the Crown Club calling.”

a slow, measured voice he said, “Mr. Sullivan is here drinking. He’s been here for a couple of hours now, and usually that wouldn’t bother us. But he looks haggard and uncomfortable. He won’t let anyone else enter the room, and

have anything to do with her. “We first called Mr. Scott. He gave us your name and number and told us to call you, Miss Bennet. He said…” the waiter trailed off and nibbled his lip. After a moment of careful consideration he

as if she couldn’t decide whether she wanted to smile or grimace. She would have liked to think she’d heard wrong, but she knew that was impossible. How was she the only person who could get through to him? What made

would throw her out the room as soon as he saw her. “Miss Bennet?” the waiter said when she remained silent. “Is he really uncomfortable?” Rachel asked as she sat down daintily on the edge of the

is he really? Does

as

waiter blinked

entertaining Rachel’s odd questions. “Mr. Sullivan locked himself in the room two hours ago. We haven’t heard any noise from inside, aside from something falling just now.” It sounded like Victor really was in some kind

that said when one’s enemy was ill, it was the best time to take them down. While Rachel knew she wasn’t that vicious and vindictive, she thought it couldn’t hurt to give him a little push in the right direction. “Sounds serious,” Rachel said in mock concern. If the waiter had been able to see

dashed when Rachel said, “Unfortunately I’m busy at the moment and can’t come and help. I guess you’ll just have to find someone else.” Without giving the waiter

the only thing that eventually dragged him back to his senses. “So?” the manager asked when he saw the waiter had finished on the phone. “Is Miss Bennet coming to fetch Mr. Sullivan?” Slowly, the waiter turned to look at the manager. He stiffly shook

Before the call, she’d wanted to take a shower, but now a bath felt more appropriate. She had just

she’d be able to take advantage of his weakened state and ask for something. Like… Her freedom? Rachel pouted as she looked down at her phone. She wondered

call was from Crown Club. The one under that was

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