“Stop it, Marco! Even if you finished all of them, then what? If you’re really pissed, go to Keely. She’s


    the one who plotted this entire setup! Will you be able to torture her like this?”


    Loraine was swaying, on the verge of copse. The drug was kicking, and her body felt as though it


    were burning. Her eyes blurred.


    Noticing something was wrong with Loraine, Marco managed to calm himself down and quell his rage.


    This was not the time for him to think about who was behind this. He hurried to the bed, yanked off his


    coat, and wrapped Loraine in it tightly. Then he swept her off her feet and carried her out of the suite.


    But someone stopped him at the door.


    Marco’s face was filled with cold rage as he snarled, “Get out of my way, Cayson!”


    Sweat trickled down Cayson’s forehead, and he was gasping for breath.


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    “Let me take over! I’ll take care of Lorrie!” Cayson made a move to grab Loraine, but Marco jerked


    away.


    “Fuck off! Don’t touch her!”


    Marco held Loraine securely, staring at Cayson with indignation.


    “Marco Bryant!” Cayson roared, infuriated. He was also worried about


    Loraine’s condition. He clenched his fists, suppressed his anger, and softened his tone. “Give her to


    me, please! I’ve brought a medical team with me. They’ll give Lorrie the best treatment, trust me.”


    He reached out for her again, pleading with Marco to hand her over.


    Marco lowered his head and gazed at the woman in his arms. Loraine’s face was flushed, and her eyes


    were empty. She was losing consciousness fast.


    Marco’s heart skipped a beat.


    This was all his fault!


    He thought no one would dare hurt Loraine as long as he was around.


    In the end, his arrogance put Loraine in danger. From now on, he would never Let her out of his sight


    ever again.


    Marco’s expression darkened. He raised his head, avoided Cayson’s outstretched hands again, and


    demanded sternly, “Where’s the medical team? I’ll take her there myself!”


    Marco’s embrace was soforting and tight. One of Loraine’s cheeks was pressed against his broad


    chest. She could even hear his heartbeat.


    “Put me down, Marco.“


    Once Loraine became a little conscious, the first thing she did was ask him to Let go of her.