---- Chapter 241 Liam frowned and asked, "Which Mr. Hendrix is this?" Wendy heard the receptionist and said, "It's probably Dr. Hendrix. Why don't you go check it out? Just make sure to lock the door and tell the receptionist not to let anyone in." After what happened last time, Liam was on high alert for situations like this. But since the receptionist said it was in a private room, it didn't sound too suspicious.

He nodded and said, "I'll be back soon." Then, he stood up and headed for the door. As soon as the door shut behind him, Wendy's heart shot up in her throat. She hadn't told Liam earlier because she didn't want him to worry. This time was different from before. At least she was in a safe place. She closed her eyes, but the heat burning through her body wouldn't let her calm down. Something was wrong. Pressing her hand to her chest, she felt her heart racing like it might burst out of her ribs.

---- This didn't feel like just being drunk, and Wendy knew her limits well. Half of what she had "drunk" today was juice and water that Liam had poured for her. There was no way she would be this out of it from alcohol alone. Suddenly, she snapped her eyes open. The ceiling light above her spun wildly, as if about to collapse on her. She instinctively raised her hand to shield her face, but the light didn't fall. It wobbled but stayed firmly attached to the ceiling. Wendy froze.

She was hallucinating, If she wasn't wrong, it wasn't the alcohol dulling her senses. She had been drugged. Achilling sense of dread rose in her chest. Wendy tried to push herself up and reach for her phone to call Liam. Just then, the door suddenly creaked open. Her heart tightened. She stopped struggling and, as she pulled back her hand, gripped the ashtray on the bedside table tightly. Fear wrapped around her like a suffocating darkness.

The door slid open smoothly , and someone approached the bed with slow, soft footsteps. Only now did Wendy realize Julian's true intentions. ---- He was the one who had drugged her. Her mind raced as the sound of footsteps stopped at her bedside. She kept her eyes tightly shut, sensing every movement in the room. If he dared come closer, she was ready to smash the ashtray hidden under the blanket over his head with all her strength. She counted silently, but didn't feel him come any nearer.

Wendy's heart was in her throat , every muscle tense as she braced herself to fight with everything she had. But the drug kept hitting her in waves, slowly consuming her clarity and overwhelming her mind. She couldn't let herself fall asleep. She fought the haze, struggling to tell if anyone was even still standing by the bed. Just then, hurried footsteps echoed from outside the door. The figure by the bed moved.

Wendy's pulse raced, but she heard the sound of footsteps quickly retreating toward the door. The door opened and closed again, but she didn't dare open her eyes. She was afraid the person was only pretending to leave and lurking outside. "Wendy, are you feeling okay?"