Chapter 180 He'd Be Worried Sick

Barefoot and clutching the hem of her dress, Natalie stumbled out to the roadside outside the hotel. The night breeze tossed her hair, and the scrapes on her arms and calves stung faintly. Thankfully, it was late, and not many people were around, so at least no one could see her in such a disheveled state. She flagged down a cab and gave the driver her apartment address. Only after settling into the backseat did she finally let out a long breath. Exhaustion weighed on her, but what burned stronger was anger. She knew full well that what happened tonight was no accident. Someone had deliberately tried to trap her in the restroom just to humiliate her on such an important occasion. Who could it be? Clarissa was the most suspicious, but Natalie had no proof. For now, the most important thing was to get home, charge her phone, and reach Horatio. If he couldn't find her, he'd be worried sick. … Horatio's Rolls-Royce Phantom sped through the night. The air inside the car was suffocatin