Chapter 165

Prescott's face was tense, his brows tight as his sharp black eyes locked onto Alexander with a dangerous chill. Standing a few meters away, Alexander's tall frame didn't move an inch. His thin lips parted slightly, voice cold: "Nina just called. Your date passed out at the bathroom entrance..." Before Alexander could even finish, Prescott shot to his feet. His tall figure wavered slightly from the force, then moved like a gust of wind, rushing toward the restroom doors. Seeing how stressed and panicked he looked, Alexander frowned and didn't hesitate-he followed right behind him. "What happened? Something serious?" "No idea, but it sounds bad." "Come on, let's go check too." People in the hall began murmuring and followed the two men curiously. "Call security, now," ordered the prince, more anxious than anyone else. If something really happened at his party, he'd be in big trouble. "Yes, Your Highness." At the doorway of the restroom. Nina was giving Camila emergency first aid. Her pa