Chapter 203

Horace didn't give a damn about anything else.

Pleasure came first.

He scooped Eleanor up effortlessly, carrying her straight to his private lounge.

Eleanor clenched her teeth, forcing herself to stay calm,all while subtly taking note of the room's layout and where people were positioned.

He laid her on the bed and leaned toward her eagerly.

Eleanor swallowed her disgust and instead let a teasing,seductive smile slip onto her face.

She lifted a finger, stopping him just short.

"Horace, don't be in such a hurry," she said,her tone playful yet pointed. "There's always a ceremony first,a symbol of commitment before taking things to the next level. Since I've chosen to be yours, it only makes sense that I expect a lifelong partnership."

She shot him a teasing look. "And... see me like this?Messy, dusty... doesn't this ruin the fun for you?" Horace froze for a moment, caught in her gaze, his desire spiking.

But the thought of a lifelong partnership had him grinning like a fool.

He quickly got up from the bed and pulled his clothes back on. "You're something else, always keeping me guessing."

As soon as he left, Eleanor's smile vanished.

She rolled off the bed and went straight to the window,but it was boarded tight from the outside. There was no way to open it.

She tried the door and tugged and twisted the handle,but it was locked too.

She had no choice but to pause and rethink her escape.

Her eyes wandered around the room until they landed on a wall full of photos, with women in revealing poses,dressed to seduce.

Horace's past flings, clearly.

She scanned each unfamiliar face until she stopped cold.

Among them was Lainey. One photo showed her cuddled up close to Horace,smiling like nothing was wrong.

But the next picture? It was pure nightmare material.

Lainey holding a machete, standing over a freshly severed head.

No wonder she had kept her history abroad so secret.

Bloodthirsty deeds like that explained everything.

But this wasn't the time to dwell on Lainey's past.

Right now, she had to focus on escaping.

Nolan was likely panicking by this point, searching frantically for her.

But hoping for distant help wouldn't save her in this moment.

She needed a plan, and fast.

If that so-called ceremony went ahead, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Suddenly, chaos erupted outside the room.

"Boss! Bad news! Bad news!"

"What is it?" someone shouted. "Your wife... something's wrong with her! She's seriously ill!"

Horace's roar followed immediately. "Get Dr. Watson here immediately! He's the best doctor in Zerovia! If anything happens to my wife, I'll make sure you pay!"

Eleanor arched an eyebrow.

Who would have thought that Horace, the lust-driven maniac, would care this much about his wife?

Perfect.

She finally got a chance to get out of this.

She knocked lightly on the door, catching the attention of the guards outside.

When they came closer, she whispered something to them.

Meanwhile, Horace stormed back to the villa, pacing like a caged tiger beside his wife, who was lying unconscious on the bed.

The doctor with him looked terrified. "Boss, I can't help her. The illness is too severe, and Dr. Watson is out of town. Mrs. Boyd... she might not survive," he stammered, sinking to his knees. "You should start reparing for the funeral."