A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 21

Even after being drugged, he still managed to restrain himself, enduring it to the point of coughing up blood.

Elvis... What kind of man is he, really?

Winona returned to the private dining room where they'd eaten earlier. Now, the room was swarming with bodyguards in dark suits—clearly, Elvis's men.

Mr. Chamberlain, Mr. Lewis, and the others sat around the table, exchanging anxious glances.

The moment Winona stepped inside, Mr. Chamberlain called out, "Secretary Thorne! Thank goodness you're back. What on earth is happening?"

From his perspective, the whole situation was bizarre: Elvis had suddenly stood up and left in the middle of drinks, Tyson had followed by vomiting until he was nearly unconscious, and then, after a phone call, he too rushed out, claiming there was an emergency.

The rest of them waited, expecting Elvis and Tyson to return, but instead, a group of bodyguards appeared, clearing every bottle, glass, and plate from the table—even the empty ones.

What was going on?

Since it involved Elvis, Winona kept her explanation brief and tried to reassure them. Before long, one of the bodyguards politely asked her to leave.

It was clear they'd been instructed not to let her linger in a place like this.

After saying her goodbyes to Mr. Chamberlain and the others, Winona left.

She'd just stepped out of the restaurant and was about to hail a cab when she noticed Celia had just updated her social feed. Celia had posted two photos: one of her wrist wrapped thickly in gauze, the other—a side profile of a man peeling an apple for her.

It was Tyson.

The caption read: "As long as you're here, nothing else matters."

From the background, it was obvious the photos were taken in a hospital.

Winona understood immediately.

No wonder Tyson had been so sick and then left in a hurry.

So, Celia had staged a suicide attempt.

Whatever was going on between them, it hardly stirred Winona's emotions. She caught a cab home, took a shower, and planned to get a good night's sleep.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, the image of Elvis's strained, self-controlled expression flashed in her mind.

She could almost see the sweat trickling down his face…

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