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    Adam’s impatience was evident. Before he could finish speaking, however, he saw Yvette


    walking toward him with a first–aid kit in hand.


    His expression froze, and he quickly cleared his throat, changing his tone. “Even small


    injuries need to be treated


    so that they will heal faster.”


    The team members exchanged nces, surprised by how quickly Adam’s demeanor shifted.


    Meanwhile, the manager of Royal Pavilion was already waiting at the entrance. As soon as


    he spotted Jacob–having received the news–he approached Jacob respectfully.


    “Mr. Murray.”


    Jacob shot him a re, hismanding presence sending a chill down the manager’s


    spine.


    “Which private room is she in?”


    “Ms. Smith is in Room 403. Mr. Murray, I ensured no one approached Ms. Smith before you


    arrived, just as you instructed.”


    Jacob nodded and strode purposefully toward Room 403. As he pushed the door open, a


    strong smell of alcohol hit him, causing him to frown instinctively.


    When Jacob saw Nancy sprawled on the couchpletely intoxicated, he stepped inside


    without a hint of disgust.


    “Why did you drink so much?” Jacob furrowed his brows, ready to scold Nancy. But as he


    heard her groan in difort, he hesitated.


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    “Ugh… I feel so dizzy… Don’t move…”


    Seeing her in such a state made Jacob’s heart soften, and he found it hard to say anything


    harsh.


    “You’re not allowed to drink so much next time.” Jacob sighed before reaching out to help


    her up. “Nance, be good. I’ll take you home.”


    “I don’t want to go home. I want to keep drinking,” Nancy mumbled.


    She was intoxicated and couldn’t hear Jacob. She started throwing a tantrum, waved her


    arms, and reached for the wine ss on the table again.


    Jacob felt a pounding headacheing on. He never expected the usually sweet and


    obedient Nancy to be such a handful when drunk.


    “I want to drink until morning. Bring me another dozen drinks,” Nancy slurred, reaching


    wildly for her ss. Before she could grab it, Jacob reached out–ignoring her struggles–and


    scooped her up effortlessly in his arms. He then strode out of the club without a second


    thought.


    The manager was shocked as he watched the scene unfold. Jacob usually despised noisy


    scenes, yet despite Nancy’s antics, he hadn’t abandoned her. It was clear she held a special


    ce in his heart.


    “Sit still. I’m taking you home.” As soon as Jacob carried Nancy into the car, she began to


    act up again. “You bad man. I’ll bite you.” Nancy was clearly drunk as she clumsily fumbled


    at his shirt with her hands. “Why are you biting me and tugging at my clothes?” Jacob


    couldn’t help butugh. His slender fingers gently caught her wandering hands. His deep,


    maic voice held a mix of exasperation and indulgence


    that even he hadn’t noticed.


    “Nance, just where do you think you’re biting?”


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    “Your abs!” Nancy mumbled, her thoughts muddled by the alcohol. She buried her face


    against his chest, nuzzling into his firm chest through the thin fabric of his shirt.


    “I’m going to leave my bite marks all over your abs…”


    That way, Jacob would finally be hers!