Chapter 10

A pompous-looking scion in a red tuxedo with undone buttons and vibrant, brown spiky hair walked into the lobby of Rosewater Guesthouse dragging a half-conscious woman with him.

Although Aria Miller’s head was fuzzy and there was no strength in her arms, she knew she had to fight this person who drugged her during her date with him.

So she mustard up every ounce of strength she has and slapped him across the face.

Naturally, he instantly released his grip on her to massage his stinging cheek, and she took the opportunity to race towards the door they had just walked through.

However, the man turned around the next second and yanked her backward by her hair. She screamed at the top of her lungs, attracting the attention of the few customers and the staff in the lobby.

One of the young men in the lobby saw this and was about to rush towards her, but was held back by his friend.

“Don’t do it. That’s Kevin Larol.”

“Kevin Larol?”

“Mhm, the Larol family owns this guesthouse. They are influ