A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 9

She couldn't shake the feeling that he looked strangely familiar.

Before long, the man returned, handing her a glass of water and two pills.

"Take these. You should feel much better soon."

His voice was still cool and distant, but now there was a hint of concern beneath it.

Winona glanced at the pills—they were exactly the kind she usually took for her stomach. Without hesitation, she swallowed them with the water he'd brought.

The water was warm.

As it slid down her throat, it left a gentle warmth in her chest as well.

The medicine worked quickly. In just a few minutes, the sharp ache in her stomach began to ease.

Looking up at him, Winona managed a grateful smile. "Thank you. I'm so sorry for the trouble."

The man standing before her was tall, impeccably dressed, with striking features and an air of effortless authority.

"No need to thank me," he replied, his tone calm and almost nonchalant. "Miss Thorne."

"You know who I am?" Winona's surprise showed on her face.

But then, in that instant, she suddenly remembered where she'd seen him before.

The second son of the Rogers family from the capital—Elvis Rogers.

He was rumored to be a once-in-a-century business prodigy: involved in the family company before he turned sixteen, and personally named as successor by Patriarch Rogers at just twenty.

Now, he had officially taken the reins of the Rogers Corporation, and was known throughout the industry as Mr. Rogers—a name that commanded respect and even fear.

Six years ago, she had seen him at a gala.

Winona had always kept a low profile; that gala was the only one she'd ever attended, and even then, she'd only caught a brief glimpse of him from a distance. No wonder she hadn't recognized him at first.

She never imagined the person helping her tonight would be him.

"Mr. Rogers." There was a fleeting awkwardness in her voice, but she kept her composure. "What brings you to Seastone City?"

Elvis didn't seem the least bit bothered that she'd only just recalled who he was. He simply said, "Here on business."

It was a small amount, practically nothing to someone like Elvis Rogers, but Winona hated owing anyone—even for something this minor.

Elvis hesitated, then took out his own phone and tapped on the screen.

Winona was about to ask him to scan her payment code when she noticed a WhatsApp message pop up on her phone.

It was from a contact she'd never messaged before—a blank message.

She instantly understood. "This is your WhatsApp?"

He nodded, expressionless.

Winona was puzzled. When had she ever added Elvis Rogers on WhatsApp? She couldn't remember, not at all.

But this was hardly the time to ask. Without another word, she transferred the money to him.

"Well… I should get back to my colleagues." She gave him a polite smile.

"Miss Thorne." Elvis's voice suddenly turned cold, sharper than before. "Is a dinner party really more important than your health?"