I Married the President-Chapter 50: Bewitching Incense

The banquet didn’t end until ten o’clock that night.

Adrian Quincy had drunk a little too much water, so he made a trip to the restroom before leaving.

A few minutes later, as he came out of the restroom, Aiden Howkins appeared out of nowhere and handed him a phone.

"Young Master Quincy, someone emailed this photo to me."

Adrian Quincy’s eyes narrowed, fixing on the girl in the photo. A transparent mesh failed to conceal her beauty, her fair skin dotted with rose petals. Her eyelids were lowered, and her peaceful, sleeping face looked sweet and lovely. But the red mark on her arm was like a thorn stabbing into his heart.

Cold. The air suddenly dropped in temperature, and the source of the bone-deep chill emanated from the man himself.

Aiden Howkins felt a chill go straight through him. He instinctively shrunk his neck and said, "Young Master Quincy, the sender was direct. They said the Young Madam is in room 1501 of this hotel. It’s obviously a trap."

Adrian Quincy said nothing, striding silently toward the elevators.

Aiden Howkins hurried after him. "Young Master Quincy, you’re going?"

"Trap or not, I have to get Claire out of there."

"But your reputation..."

"My reputation is worthless compared to Claire’s dignity."

Aiden Howkins was left speechless.

’Young Master Quincy was just that impressive. What more could he say?’

The 15th-floor corridor was eerily silent, filled with a strange, gloomy chill. It felt as if something was stirring in the shadows.

The elevator doors suddenly slid open. Adrian Quincy stepped out, his tall, ramrod-straight figure like that of a god, instantly dispelling the sinister atmosphere in the hallway.

He walked to the door of room 1501 as if no one else was there, then suddenly spun around to face the empty corridor.

His hawk-like gaze pierced the shadows as his thin lips parted. "I don’t care who sent you. There is a kidnapped girl in that room. If you’re their accomplices, I will see this investigation through to the bitter end, even if it means bathing the entire media world in blood."

A faint rustling could be heard from the shadows.

Just then, the sound of synchronized footsteps echoed from the stairwell.

Dozens of plainclothes bodyguards appeared, looking sharp. They broke off into pairs, stationing themselves at the door of each room.

Finally, Aiden Howkins, flanked by two of his men, walked calmly to the door of room 1501.

Adrian Quincy suddenly raised his foot and kicked the door open.

After two of his men went in to scout ahead and confirmed it was safe, Adrian Quincy stepped inside.

Not even three seconds later, the man’s voice, thundering with rage, erupted from the room. "All of you, turn around!"

As he finished shouting, the man was already by the girl’s side. He quickly shrugged off his suit jacket and wrapped it around her delicate frame.

Just then, the girl’s eyes fluttered open. Her gaze was hazy and unfocused, but deep within them, a hint of desire flickered.

Her slender, delicate hands rose, wrapping around the man’s neck as she began to explore him purely on instinct.

Adrian Quincy raised his hand, on the verge of knocking her unconscious, but then he saw a purplish-red bruise on the back of her neck. It was easy to guess she’d been knocked out by force, and that her attacker was clearly an amateur.

If the blow had been off by even a fraction, she would be dead.

’Thank God...’

A wave of relief washed over Adrian Quincy, but it was immediately followed by a monstrous rage that blazed in his heart.

He didn’t stop her frantic caresses. Instead, he quickly scooped her into his arms. As he stood, his peripheral vision caught sight of an incense burner on the table.

It was a colorless, odorless aphrodisiac incense. By the time he realized what it was, it was too late to hold his breath. He had to get her out of there, fast.

The incense was potent. Before they even reached the elevator, Adrian Quincy’s body began to react.

However, the person who set this trap had clearly not anticipated one thing: he had undergone special training to resist this very type of aphrodisiac. Although his body was reacting, it was still within the limits of his endurance.