After taking a few sips, Zoe immediately knew something was wrong.

With her usual tolerance, there was no way she should feel this dizzy and unsteady. The drink was spiked. Michael had done it.

Realizing this, Zoe moved closer to Leo next to her and asked, "Leo, did you drive here? I'm suddenly feeling unwell. Could you give me a ride?"

Leo quickly exchanged glances with Michael and nodded. "Sure, I haven't had anything to drink," he replied, guiding her out.

While Zoe wasn't looking, he signaled Michael to follow. Michael exited through another door and got into the car ahead of them.

When Leo opened the car door, Zoe spotted Michael sitting in the front passenger seat. She frowned. "Why is he here?"

"Oh, he's a friend of mine. We came together. Since I'm leaving, I thought I'd bring him along. Don't worry, I'll drop you off first," Leo explained, trying to sound reassuring.

pulled away from him, backing up cautiously. These two were in this together. There was no way

help. Sensing her suspicion,

at Zoe, grabbing her by the arm.

out from the hotel entrance. It was none other than the figure she had

holding Zoe and then shielded

a knife, advancing toward them with menacing

tried to stay calm, her voice trembling. "Michael, you better leave now, or I'll make sure you rot in hell, even if it costs

it had with Michael. If she weren't a York, he probably wouldn't have given her a

to see how

"Is this what Birkham has come to? Snatching women in broad daylight? You're

calm, unfazed as

nonsense. This has nothing to do with

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