Chapter 273

Back in the hospital room, I pulled out a spare phone from my bag.

"Hello?"

A lazy male voice answered.

"It's me, Isabella."

"Miss Valentine?" Dominic Valrose chuckled. "What's wrong? Ethan Roscente not satisfying you?"

I bit my lip and cooed, "I missed you."

"Cut the act." His voice turned cold. "Using me again?"

I lowered my voice. "There's a vixen clinging to Ethan. She's in Hong Kong right now—"

"Ethan Roscente?" He cut me off sharply. "You want me to touch his woman?"

I rushed to explain. "She's just a plaything. He doesn't care about her."

Silence stretched for several seconds.

"Isabella Valentine," he finally laughed, "do you think I'm stupid?"

My nails dug into my palm.

"Dominic..." I forced a sob. "She humiliated me in public..."

He scoffed. "I know exactly what kind of person you are."

Gritting my teeth, I softened my tone. "I've acquired something new..."

"Oh?" Interest sparked in his voice.

"Imported pills," I whispered. "They can be hidden in..."

His breathing noticeably quickened.

"Send me the details," he rasped.

After hanging up, I immediately forwarded Sophia Lowell's photo.

In the picture, the woman stood by the sea in a white dress, her hair tousled by the wind—an alluring mix of innocence and seduction.

I smirked at the screen.

Dominic always loved prey that looked pure on the surface.

My phone vibrated moments later.

"Tomorrow night." Three simple words. The fish had taken the bait.

Meanwhile, in the CEO office of Valrose Group...

Dominic stared at Sophia's photo, his gaze lingering.

His secretary entered. "Mr. Valrose, the contract—"

He yanked her onto his lap, sliding a hand under her skirt. "Accompany me to see Ethan Roscente tomorrow."

She giggled, pretending to resist. "But what about that Miss Lowell—"

"Shh." He nipped her earlobe. "We all get what we want."

Night deepened.

In a hotel bed, Sophia tossed restlessly in her sleep.

Flames encircled her in the dream, heatwaves crashing over her.

The blanket lay discarded on the floor, her silk nightgown damp with sweat.

Outside, neon lights painted Hong Kong's skyline in lurid shades of purple and red.