Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!-Chapter 746: The woman’s eyes sparkled with intense fire as she slowly approached the bathroom.
Mo Qian gripped the steering wheel tightly, his foot pressing the accelerator all the way down. The Maybach shot forward like an arrow leaving the bow.
The car behind him immediately sped up as well, the two vehicles racing along, one chasing the other, at an incredible speed toward the seaside avenue.
Mo Qian’s gaze remained cold and focused on the road ahead. Suddenly, he felt a peculiar rush of heat in his blood, an unusual fervor stirring wildly within him... His breathing became noticeably heavier.
This sensation—the inexplicable familiarity of it—made Mo Qian’s expression change sharply.
He hadn’t been in contact with anyone, nor had he handled anything unusual aside from that slip of paper containing the agreement.
Why would he be experiencing such a reaction?
In an instant, a thought struck Mo Qian’s mind. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
Back in Britain, he had heard of a type of aphrodisiac powder—colorless, odorless. A mere touch sprinkled on paper, if inhaled, could produce a potent effect.
It seemed that whoever had sent him the agreement wasn’t just attempting to spark his fury upon reading it but also intended to drug him, setting the stage for their next move!
By now, Rongcheng’s sky had gradually darkened. Streetlights lit up on either side of the road, their mottled glow casting shadows on the man’s cold and sharp features.
Mo Qian fixed his gaze on the rearview mirror, watching the pursuing car closely. In the next moment, he suddenly made a sharp turn ahead, redirecting the car toward the city center.
At the same time, he connected the earpiece with one hand and dialed his assistant, Chen Ke.
"Gather a team immediately and set up an ambush at Gu’s Six-star Hotel. I’ll be there shortly..." Mo Qian commanded in a cold, cutting tone.
Since someone had drugged him, he’d play along—turn the tables and lure the snake out of its hole!
A dozen minutes later, the Maybach screeched to a halt in front of the Six-star Hotel.
As Mo Qian stepped out, clutching his car keys, and strode inside, the lobby manager rushed up solicitously to inquire, "Mr. Gu, are you here for an inspection? I can notify the general manager right away..."
"No need." Mo Qian interrupted coolly. "I’m here to stay the night."
The lobby manager instantly understood his intention and responded with an ingratiating smile, "Of course, of course! I’ll arrange it for you immediately."
Mo Qian didn’t linger and walked straight toward the elevator.
He was alone in the elevator as the glowing red digits blinked rapidly, one by one. Mo Qian struggled to suppress the restless heat surging uncontrollably within him, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Entering the Presidential Suite, Mo Qian began to shed his clothes, heading directly into the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of running water echoed out from the bathroom.
Beside the Presidential Suite’s curtains, a head suddenly peeked in. A man dressed in black swiftly slipped inside through the window, deftly retracting the climbing rope.
The hotel’s 33rd floor was reserved exclusively for Mo Qian’s Presidential Suite, with tight security measures in place across the entire floor. The only way to get in was by scaling up from the lower floors.
The masked man in black moved soundlessly across the carpeted living room. Reaching the door, he unlocked it from the inside and left it ajar.
The man pivoted back out of the room and vanished down the hallway in the blink of an eye.
Not long after, a woman stepped out of the elevator, her chest filled with chaotic excitement and apprehension. She approached the Presidential Suite’s door, and upon seeing it ajar, couldn’t resist pushing it open to step inside.
As she entered, she heard the sound of running water from the direction of the bathroom. Her heart threatened to leap out of her throat.
Swallowing hard, her eyes burned with an intense, fiery desire as she edged closer to the bathroom.
