Captivation: Want Nothing But You novel Chapter 132

Captivation Want Nothing But You Chapter 131 by Adolf Dunne

The manager, Dwayne, stared down at his phone with a dull expression. He pulled his mouth into a thin line then nibbled on his bottom lip. He didn’t know how to explain to the waiter what kind of person Mr. Sullivan’s ex-wife was. He supposed he could start with the fact that she was the daughter of the Bennet family.

It didn’t help that he didn’t know much about her as a person. The only knowledge he had of her was what he’d heard from the rumors circulating through the upper-class. But one thing he knew for sure was that Mr. Sullivan didn’t like Rachel, and that Rachel had done a lot of crazy and scandalizing things.

The most recent gossip on her was that she had bashed someone over the head with a wine bottle. The manager gritted his teeth, trying to convince himself to make the call. But in the end, he couldn’t. He turned to the waiter and held out the phone. “You call Miss Bennet and ask her to come.” He didn’t give the waiter a chance to disagree. He pushed the phone into his hand and left, leaving the waiter to stare down at Rachel’s number with a dazed expression.

After a while, he dialed it. Rachel had just hung up the phone after arranging a meeting date with Andy. She tossed her phone onto her bedside table and headed towards the bathroom to take a shower. She was hungry, and wanted to wash up before she went to get something to eat. But she couldn’t have taken more than two steps before her phone rang. She turned her head to glance over her shoulder at the number displayed on the screen. It was an unknown caller.

Who on earth would be calling her at this hour? There were a very select few people who knew her personal phone number. She declined the call and turned towards the bathroom again. Her phone immediately started ringing. She groaned in the back of her throat and looked over at the screen. It was the same number as before.

She had a feeling that whoever was calling her would persist until she answered. Rachel hesitated for a second longer before she picked up. “Hello, who’s speaking?” “Excuse my calling at this hour, but… Is this Miss Rachel Bennet speaking?” the waiter said after he glanced briefly at the name on the manager’s phone.

He wanted to be as respectful as possible in this situation. Rachel frowned. “This is Rachel Bennet speaking. How can I help you?” She could have sworn she heard the caller heave a sigh of relief when he heard her name. “Miss Bennet, I’m terribly sorry to bother you. This is the Crown Club calling.”

The waiter paused and took a deep breath to calm his racing heart. He’d rehearsed this in his head multiple times. All he had to do was repeat it out loud. In a slow, measured voice he said, “Mr. Sullivan is here drinking. He’s been here for a couple of hours now, and usually that wouldn’t bother us. But he looks haggard and uncomfortable. He won’t let anyone else enter the room, and we are starting to get worried about him.” 2 ‘Victor is uncomfortable?

Has something happened to him?’ Whatever it was, she was sure it didn’t have anything to do with her. “We first called Mr. Scott. He gave us your name and number and told us to call you, Miss Bennet. He said…” the waiter trailed off and nibbled his lip. After a moment of careful consideration he said, “He said you were the only one who would be able to get through to Mr. Sullivan.”

The corners of Rachel’s mouth twitched as if she couldn’t decide whether she wanted to smile or grimace. She would have liked to think she’d heard wrong, but she knew that was impossible. How was she the only person who could get through to him? What made those people think she was willing to go to the Crown Club for that man?

And even if she did go, she was almost certain that Victor would throw her out the room as soon as he saw her. “Miss Bennet?” the waiter said when she remained silent. “Is he really uncomfortable?” Rachel asked as she sat down daintily on the edge of the bed.

“Yes.” “How uncomfortable is he really? Does he look like he’s dying?” Rachel asked.

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The waiter blinked in confusion.

She snatched up her coat and threw open the bedroom door, only to find Lukas was already standing there with his fist raised to knock. His eyes darted from her face to the coat in her hand, and then he asked, “Miss Bennet, are you heading out?”

“Yes.” “Miss Bennet, you know Mr. Sullivan permits you to only walk within Sue Garden. If you want to leave…” Lukas’ tone became more serious, and a small frown played on the corners of his lips. “Lukas. I’m going to fetch him,” Rachel said seriously. “Mr. Sullivan?” Lukas asked in confusion.

Rachel nodded. When Lukas still didn’t look convinced she added, “If you don’t believe me, you can have the driver follow me.” “No, please don’t misunderstand what I’m saying. I’m just worried about you going out by yourself this late at night,” Lukas explained. Rachel gave a faint smile. While Lukas sounded convincing enough, she knew he was only worried that she would make trouble for herself and everyone else if she left.

She couldn’t blame him really, not after she’d pushed Alicia into the lake in front of everyone. “Will you please ask the driver to take me to him in that case?” Rachel said pleasantly. “Okay,” Lukas said obediently and turned to look for the driver. Rachel leaned her shoulder against the doorframe and watched his retreating form. She looked like she was in no great hurry, and like she was content to wait for as long as she needed. Then she suddenly had a thought. “Lukas,” she called out to him. 2 “Yes?”

“Would you please also ask the kitchen staff to prepare some soup to cure a hangover?” Rachel casually asked. This was enough to tell Lukas that Mr. Sullivan was probably drunk. Lukas nodded slowly and said softly, as if he were telling her a secret, “Mr. Sullivan has serious stomach problems.

He’s had gastritis since he was a child. I still remember he was always in hospital during middle school because of his ulcer. I have no doubt that he’s going to have terrible stomachache when you fetch him. His medicine is in the car if he needs it. Drinking aggravates the ulcer, especially if he’s been drinking on an empty stomach.”

This was the first time Rachel was hearing about Victor’s stomach problem. And drinking on an empty stomach would give him terrible stomach ache? She never would have guessed this by the way he’d been forcing her to drink with him up on the rooftop that night. ‘I don’t think it would be a bad thing if he died of stomach ache. The world would be rid of one more evil person,’ Rachel thought, pursing her lips.