Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 172: Drugged

"Madam, the president is in trouble!" Zachary’s tone was urgent, "We’re too far from the hospital. I’ll take the president home first. We’re almost at your doorstep. Could you please come out to receive him?"

Clara’s heart tightened, "What happened to him?"

"The president has been drugged with an aphrodisiac. It’s urgent, and the hospital is too far. I’m afraid we won’t make it in time."

As soon as Clara heard this, her mind went blank for a moment.

An aphrodisiac?

Who would dare drug Silas Sheffield like this?

A name immediately popped into her head.

Thea.

Who else would have the guts besides her?

Clara hurriedly responded, "I’ll come out to get him right now."

Judging from Zachary’s tone, it was clear Silas’s condition was certainly bad, and Clara’s heart instantly rose.

She quickly changed clothes and rushed downstairs.

The Ripplewood Estate villa was very large; their bedroom was on the second floor. After going downstairs and out the door, she had to pass through a garden and a courtyard to reach the villa’s entrance.

From the first-floor living room entrance to the villa’s main gate was over a hundred meters.

Worried about Silas’s health, Clara dared not slow down her steps and sprinted to the villa entrance in one go.

She opened the front gate, leaning against the wall, panting and waiting for Silas.

After a short while, two beams of car lights approached from afar, and a black Maybach stopped at the gate.

Zachary opened the car door, got out, and went to the back seat to open the door.

Clara quickly went over to help.

Zachary assisted Silas out of the car.

Clara saw him with a flushed face, his suit jacket thrown in the back seat, and two buttons on his black shirt undone, exposing the reddish skin at the neckline.

The man’s Adam’s apple moved as he kept swallowing, his deep eyes already dark and confused with desire.

Clara hurriedly reached out to support Silas from the other side.

The moment their skin touched, the scorching heat from the man’s body startled her.

"Was it Thea who did this?" Clara asked Zachary with a frown.

Zachary, supporting Silas as they walked into the villa, answered Clara’s question.

"Yes, today the president was discussing a project with a partner at the club. Thea bribed a waiter to drug the drink, intending to use such underhanded tactics to force herself on the president. Luckily, we discovered it in time; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable..."

"How did you find out it was Thea?"

"After the president finished the business discussion and sent off the partner, the drug took effect. Thea happened to come over at that time, claiming the president was drunk and she would take him to rest. At the time..."

At this point, Zachary paused, feeling slightly embarrassed as he glanced at Clara.

"What happened at the time?" Clara asked.

"She was dressed very seductively, even... provocatively," Zachary recalled Thea’s outfit that resembled lingerie, feeling so embarrassed his toes curled.

Actually, he was already very tactful.

The scene at the time nearly made him faint.

Silas had finished business with the partner, who left, while Silas leaned back on the suite’s sofa with his eyes closed.

Zachary thought Silas was just resting from being drunk, so he went to the bathroom before preparing to drive Silas home.

Who knew in the time he was in the bathroom, Thea would sneak in?

When he came out, he saw the scantily-clad Thea pressing close to Silas.

He felt something was wrong and voiced his objection.

Just as Thea was about to cling to Silas, he was so scared he almost couldn’t breathe.

Fortunately, Silas suddenly opened his eyes, saw the person in front of him, and fiercely pushed her away.

Thea staggered and fell to the ground, while Zachary quickly went over to check on Silas’s condition, "President Sheffield, are you feeling unwell?"

The moment Zachary touched Silas, he felt Silas’s body was burning hot, which was not a symptom of being drunk.

Looking at Silas’s state, eyes glassy, hands unconsciously pulling at his shirt buttons, and occasionally letting out muffled groans.

Zachary’s mind immediately sounded the alarm, suddenly realizing. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Seeing Thea’s revealing clothing, what else was unclear?

It was definitely Thea who drugged the president!

The drink just now had an issue!

"You can leave, I’ll take Silas to rest," Thea stood up, shamelessly saying to Zachary.

Zachary’s face suddenly turned gloomy, too lazy to waste words with her, he directly called the police without saying a word.

"Hello, I’d like to report someone attempting forced indecency; the address is..."

Hearing Zachary calling the police, Thea panicked, reaching to snatch his phone, "What are you doing? Don’t call the police!"

Zachary shoved her aside, calling for the manager and waiters.

The club’s waiters and manager rushed over upon hearing his shouts, and after seeing the scene, immediately detained Thea.

Zachary didn’t go into the details with Clara.

The two of them cooperatively helped Silas into the bedroom, "Madam, I’ve already called the police, and they’ve taken Thea for questioning. The president is in your care now."

At this, Zachary’s face flushed, stammering, "Uh... this drug is actually easily relieved. You know, it’s um..."

Clara knew what he wanted to say, her cheeks scorching red, "Yes, I know."

"That’s good." Zachary breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I’ll be going."

With that, Zachary "whoosh" vanished like the wind in an instant.

Only she and Silas were left in the room.

Silas lay on the sofa, his distinctly jointed hand pulling at his shirt buttons.

Rip—

The buttons were torn off, revealing his flushed chest and well-defined abs.

The visual impact was fierce.

The air was thick with tension.

Clara couldn’t help but swallow, her breath becoming fast.

She stood still, the man’s hazy eyes met hers, and he suddenly reached out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her over.

Clara was caught off guard and fell into a fiery embrace.

The scent of alcohol mixed with the man’s usual crisp woody aroma instantly enveloped Clara.

"Silas... um..." Clara barely started speaking before being silenced by the man’s lips.

The man pressed her against the sofa, leaning down, kissing forcefully and dominantly.

The drug’s effect was strong, Silas’s body scorching hot.

Pressed tightly together, Clara felt the heat source from the man, her mind instantly chaotic.

Despite just having been intimate last night, at this moment, the two of them seemed like a parched land suddenly blessed with rain.

They clung desperately, inseparable, wishing to merge into each other’s flesh and blood.