"Chief servant, let me carry Miss Harris!"
Eddison followed closely behind William Moore, a hint of concern on his fair face.
Today, William had brought him out to this club to negotiate a deal with a big client. Unexpectedly, after receiving a phone call, William rushed out, leaving those Americans in the VIP room.
William was always calm and reserved, but this time, there was a subtle worry between his brows, which surprised Eddison greatly.
Seeing William enter an unfamiliar VIP room and come out carrying Iris Harris, Eddison realized the situation.
It turned out that something had happened to Iris Harris.
To this Miss Harris, his chief servant had always been exceptional…
Thinking of this, Eddison couldn't help but glance a few more times at William.
William had a cold and indifferent demeanor with an ethereal presence as if untouched by the mundane world. His exquisitely crafted face always wore a subtle expression, remaining calm even in front of the largest clients.
Leaving the clients in the VIP room and leaving alone, for someone like William, was utterly inconceivable.
But if it was for Iris Harris, then everything made sense…
Eddison reached out to help William with Iris Harris, but William blocked him with a gesture, saying nothing, just casting a cool and detached glance that carried an implicit authority.
Eddison froze, hurriedly withdrew his hand, beads of cold sweat on his forehead as he watched William urgently carry Iris Harris out of the club.
—The look in William's eyes just now carried a hidden murderous intent, as if if he dared to touch Iris Harris, he would have chopped off his hand on the spot!
Eddison felt a chill deep inside, wiping his sweat-covered face with his hand, realizing how foolish he had been. How could he touch Iris Harris, knowing William's feelings for her?
*
The black stretch Lincoln car waited silently at the entrance of the club.
Someone was already standing at the car door, waiting. Seeing William come out, they immediately opened the door.
"Bring me the antidote for HZ23."
Once inside the car, William instructed.
"Yes."
The bodyguard in the front seat responded, opened the car's mini fridge, and took out a vial of ice-blue solution, handing it to William.
William took it, quickly drew the solution into a syringe, then pressed Iris's arm and injected the ice-blue solution into her vein.
Almost instantly after the injection, Iris's breathing gradually calmed. She was nearly unconscious, her body involuntarily trembling. Her previously flushed face had turned an almost transparent pale, and her clothes were soaked with sweat.
She looked utterly miserable.
William's eyes, as clear and deep as black gemstones, quietly observed her, lost in thought.
"Chief servant," Eddison approached, asking in a low voice, "What happened to Miss Harris?"
Logically, someone who ingested HZ23 shouldn't be reacting like Iris. It was just an aphrodisiac, but she looked like she was on the brink of death.