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.

alert. She pulled away from him, backing up cautiously.

area, looking for help. Sensing her

by the arm. Panicked, she screamed for help, "Help!

the hotel entrance. It was none other

down Leo who was holding Zoe and then shielded her. Michael stepped out of the car, glaring coldly at the man. "You think you can play

knife, advancing toward

stay calm, her voice trembling. "Michael, you better leave now, or I'll make sure you rot

Using the York name could backfire, just like it had with Michael. If

yeah? I'd love to see how you plan

this what Birkham has come to? Snatching women in broad daylight? You're Michael, right? The barely-known model? I've seen your work. Not bad, but it's a shame

unfazed as he casually discussed Michael's

with the nonsense. This has nothing to

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