“Don’t.


    .


    Keanu…” Tilda suddenly murmured.


    At Tilda’s words, Lyndon was stunned.


    Who had she called?


    Keanu?


    She’d called out the name of her first love in her sleep!


    Did she think it was her first love who had spent the passionate night with her?Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.


    Lyndon realized he was being used as a substitute.


    He didn’t know exactly what he felt, but embarrassment was certainly part of it.


    With a cold expression, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, missing Tilda’s final whispered words.


    She murmured, “Don’t touch me.


    Stay away from me.


    ”


    Lyndon went to the bathroom, took a shower, and put on his bathrobe.


    Then he picked up his phone and called his assistant.


    “What’s new?” he asked.


    “Mr.


    Fernandez, I discovered that a waiter was ordered to spike the drinks of Mrs.


    Fernandez and one of her male ssmates,” the assistant replied.


    Lyndon’s tone turned icy.


    “Who gave the order?”


    “Evita Lawrence, Mrs.


    Fernandez’s ssmate.


    ”


    Evita Lawrence.


    The name echoed in Lyndon’s mind as he nced at the clock.


    It was eleven o’clock in the evening, the bar’s busiest time.


    He suspected the ss reunion might still be going on.


    “Where are you now?” he inquired of his assistant.


    “I’m still at Vincent Bar.


    ”


    “Good.


    Find Evita and bring her to me.


    ”


    “Yes, sir.


    ”