Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 246 Going To Kill Him

“You were about to inject me with this, weren’t you?” Jefferson asked, his gaze dark.

Fear crept into Naomi’s heart, and her arms started to shake, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not climb back upright.

In the next instance, the needle was inserted into her arm.

Once the syringe’s contents were in Naomi’s bloodstream, Jefferson grabbed her chin and forced her to look at his gentle smile. “Tell Arnaud I’m going to kill him.”

Naomi’s eyes widened, and she panted.

Then, Jefferson threw her off the bed, snatched the chair, and smashed the computer. Without even changing his clothes, he left.

When his subordinate in the corridor saw him, he hurried over and greeted, “Mr. Hamilton.”

“Scram!” Jefferson roared before shoving his subordinate away. A metallic tang rushed up his throat, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood. Weakly, he supported himself against the wall.

“Arnaud! Montail!” Jefferson closed his eyes. Recalling what he saw in the surveillance camera, he grounded out, “I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill you!”

When Curtis came back to the waking land, he woke up with the headache of the year. Then, he noticed something heavy on his chest, and that sobered him up immediately.

It was then he recalled driving to the club and seeing Stephanie entering the room.

Once his eyes were used to the dim lights in the room, he realized there was a woman sprawled on his chest. That certain scent was still strong in the air, and he knew what that meant.

D*mn it.

A homicidal thought formed in Curtis’ mind. Just as he was about to pull the woman away from him, he spotted the pearl earring on the woman’s earlobe and froze.

He had seen that earring many, many times.

While he was still in a daze, the woman sprawled on him woke up. She looked at him groggily and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Curtis let out a sigh of relief upon registering her face.

Thank goodness it’s her.

“I’m so tired,” Rayna mumbled hoarsely, the exhaustion audible in her voice.

on his chest. Thinking that the drug was still not out of his system, she muttered, “Let me sleep for a

into his heart. He could

heart beating quicker?” Rayna questioned, sober from her worry. “Do you

but he’s still feeling like

felt the urge to skin Stephanie

man’s chest, she sighed and said, “All right. I’ll help you out, but

before letting her kisses trail

he quickly pulled her up and

asked as she lifted her head. It was then she realized that the man had clear, bright eyes. She stiffened. Then, her face

head and cried

I just

half-embarrassed and half-mad. “Why are you still laughing? You gave me such a scare

I won’t laugh anymore.” Curtis embraced her. “Thank

felt strange to hear

was apparently the one who invited him to the club. “But I didn’t send you any message. The company had a

use

shook her head. “I had it with me the entire time, but my account

sneered. “How dare they make a move on me on my territory. They must think that it’s their time to

you,” Rayna said, realizing that she had underestimated the

it. “That’s why you were in a rush

even sit upright even if she wanted to, so she resorted to merely glaring at him. “Look what you’ve done! You were so

to suffer for the whole

badly? Let

around her tightly. At the same time, she kicked him down from the couch. She was angry,

a resigned voice, Curtis said, “I just wanted

“Shut up!”

random things Rayna threw at him, Curtis zipped his mouth and put on his pants. Glancing at her torn dress, he quietly made

with a set of new clothes, he had

was close to giving him

coming back out, she saw Curtis walking over to the

figured out what the item was. “Did I show up in a video on those dirty websites

felt the urge to

expression was dark, too. As he took apart the tiny camera, he consoled, “No. I’ll deal

won’t hurt you

one who