Chapter 162

• When the butler called Qin MuDenis, I knew Logan had dragged him out to some bar to swap gossip over drinks. But the moment they heard I’d fainted, they dropped everything and rushed to the hospital.
• We were in the VIP ward on the top floor of the First People’s Hospital. I lay there, pale as porcelain, hooked up to an IV drip. Damien sat beside me, his presence heavy and shadowed, like a storm ready to break.
• When Logan and Qin MuDenis stepped in, they exchanged a quick glance both clearly unsettled by the dark cloud hanging over Damien’s face.