She gave a cold laugh, her eyes full of calculation. “Love? What is that compared to my future? And you’re the one who leaked the trade secrets, yet you still refuse to admit it?”
“I didn’t!”
“The evidence is right there, and you’re still trying to deny it?”
She pointed toward the door. “Bring him here.”
I fought with everything I had, but they forced me into a chair.
“Dahlia, you’ve been fooled by Reid! I’m Willa Jensen’s real son! If you hurt me, my mother will never forgive you!”
The room went quiet for a moment before bursting into laughter.
Dahlia slapped me lightly across the face, smirking. “You mean the Chairwoman is your mother?”
She gave a mocking laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous. I see Reid riding in President Jensen’s car every day. Who else would have that right besides her son?”
“Since you refuse to drink nicely and insist on being punished, don’t blame us for being harsh.”
Dahlia grabbed my chin, lifted a glass, and poured the liquor straight down my throat.
“Drink it!”
The cold liquid burned as it rushed into my mouth. I shook my head hard, but the alcohol spilled down my chin, soaking my shirt.
Dahlia didn’t stop. One glass after another, she kept forcing me to drink. My vision started to blur, and my stomach twisted in pain.
“Enough!” I used the last bit of my strength and shoved her away.
Dahlia grabbed the whole bottle, forced my mouth open, and yelled, “Don’t want to drink? Then I’ll make you!”
The strong liquor burned down my throat like fire as the room spun around me.
August watched with excitement flashing in his eyes. “Not bad, not bad, now this is getting interesting.”
Seeing that I couldn’t fight back anymore, Dahlia took out a room card and handed it to August.
“President Hanson, Room 1208, it’s ready for you.”
August chuckled, patting her shoulder with satisfaction. “Hahaha, Dahlia, you’re quite smart. You’ll go far.”
Two men grabbed my arms and started dragging me toward the door.
I wanted to shout and struggle, but my body refused to move; the alcohol had already numbed everything.
Hopelessness crashed over me like a wave.
Suddenly, the private room door burst open with a loud bang.
A familiar voice roared, “You bastards! You dare lay a hand on my son? You’re all finished!”
