Chapter 92

Claire was so mad, she wanted to tie up Gary, Jocelyn, and that influencer-looking chick and beat them all up together. She walked over, face serious, and sat beside him. “Mr. Archer, they spiked your water. Are you feeling... off in any way?” She checked him over, eyes scanning carefully. Skin looked normal. No sweat. Temperature... She reached her hand out to feel—then paused, and pulled it back. “Seems like it hasn’t kicked in yet. Let’s head to the hospital now. I’ll get the driver.” She reached for her phone—only to realize she didn’t bring it along when she rushed out. She was still in pajamas. No bra. Claire wanted to scream. “Mr. Archer, wait here for a sec. My phone’s in the room. I’ll go grab it.” She spun around without hesitation. Honestly, putting on a bra now felt more urgent than anything. I mean, things were already a mess—a couple more minutes wouldn’t kill them. “Claire…” His hand landed on her shoulder. That deep, hot voice—like a fever with bass. Oh no. Claire froze