The billionaire's only desire-Chapter 81: Billionaire Club Gala party part 9

Dalton’s nails scratched the poker table as a mix of berserk anger and fear built up inside him. Fear ran down his spine like spiders crawling all over his skin.

In an instant, Aiden was behind Mr. Wilson, pressing a knife against his throat. "I will slit your throat if you don’t tell your wife to get rid of that poisoned champagne," he threatened.

Mr. Wilson laughed. "My wife will give Maya the flute in a minute if she doesn’t hear from me. There’s nothing you can do. Thirty seconds have passed. You have just 30 seconds to sign the transfer document, or your beloved Maya will die."

"29, 28," Mr. Wilson began the countdown.

Dalton’s hands trembled as he dropped Mr. Wilson’s phone onto the poker table, his eyes fixed on the transfer document.

He also has a covert device hidden in his suit to communicate with his security team. They are all around disguised as waiters, but they are too far away to reach Maya quickly.

"The time is running out—10 seconds left," Mr. Wilson called out, seemingly unfazed by the knife pressed to his neck.

Dalton picked up the pen and signed, exchanging a retail company worth billions for Maya’s life.

Mr. Wilson smirked viciously. "I’ve got it, darling."

On the CCTV footage, Mrs. Wilson suddenly dropped the poisoned champagne, the glass flute shattered on the floor.

A rush of relief surged through Dalton’s veins, pumping joy into his heart. Maya is safe. She is not going to die.

"Oh, Mr. Black, tell your psychotic brother to take that knife off my neck. The poisoned champagne is gone, but my wife needs to just hear a groan from me, and Maya will be injected with a syringe containing sarin poison."

"Aiden, drop the knife," Dalton commanded, his voice wavering.

"Fuck," Aiden reluctantly withdrew the knife.

Mr. Wilson roughly picked up the signed transfer document from the table. "I have it back!" he exclaimed, kissing the document repeatedly.

While Mr. Wilson was distracted, Dalton murmured a code, and the clandestine communication device hidden inside his suit picked it up.

His men acted quickly. On Mr. Wilson’s phone screen, one of his men, disguised as a waiter, approached Maya and whispered in her ear. She suddenly excused herself and left with him.

Dalton’s fear for Maya’s life evaporated; now he had an idiot to teach a lesson.

Dalton picked up Mr. Wilson’s phone and smashed it onto the floor. Mr. Wilson was so engrossed with the signed transfer document that he didn’t notice.

"Women are surely the downfall of men," Mr. Wilson suddenly said, sneering. "I don’t blame you; Maya is the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in a while. Her life is worth a multi-billion dollar retail company!" He laughed wickedly. "But to me, I don’t think so. You will be the biggest fool if you marry her. I learned that adultery traits can be inherited, and she certainly looks like a whore. I bet she has slept with most of Frederick Hathaway’s clients "

Dalton could feel the rage quivering deep in his blood like a volcanic eruption, and his fist was tightening. In a flash, Aiden’s knife was in his hands. He used the little control he had left to text Marcello, his crime boss friend: There will be a dead body he needs to get rid of.

**

Maya felt anxious inside but was relieved the waiter had rescued her from the torment of listening to Mrs. Wilson’s friends discuss about their uninteresting, luxurious lives. She was enjoying hanging out with Mrs. Wilson until her snobby friends arrived.

The waiter led her directly to River, who was as usual, flirting with girls.

"River," Maya called to get his attention.

He turned and shot her a surprised smile, tinged with annoyance.

The girls he was talking to glared at Maya as if she were a competition.

Maya raised her hands in defense, smiling gritty. "I’m his sister-in-law, ladies. He is all yours." The girls’ sneers softened.

"Angels, can you give me a minute?" River said to the girls, giving each of them a kiss on the cheek. They giggled as they returned to their table.

River glared playfully at Maya. "You nearly made me lose a threesome."

"Eww," Maya grimaced. "I didn’t need to know that."

"The waiter brought me to you," Maya said, pointing to her back where the waiter stood. "He said you requested to speak to me."

River looked confused for a moment, then suddenly exchanged an odious look with the waiter.

"Oh, yeah, I did!" River laughed awkwardly.

Maya glanced over her shoulder to look at the waiter, whose demeanor had shifted to that of a bodyguard, and then turned back to River. She narrowed her eyes. "Are you sure you want to speak to me?"

"Y-Yeah. Dalton asked me to get confirmation from you directly that you’re okay."

"Okay, well, I’m fine," Maya said. However, she was slowly dying of boredom inside. Rich people must be the most boring individuals on Earth because this was the dullest party she had ever attended. The only saving grace was the beautiful chandeliers.

"But is Dalton, okay?" Maya asked. She still couldn’t shake the irksome feeling that something was wrong.

"I sensed some tension between him and Mr. Wilson when they left for upstairs. "

"Don’t worry your pretty head. There’s nothing strange going on," River assured her, but Maya quickly sensed that he was lying.

"Y-You su—"

"I can’t keep the ladies waiting!" The river cut Maya off, bolting away before she could finish her question.

Maya folded her arms across her chest, vexed, and glared in the direction where Aiden had vanished. She sighed, unintentionally glancing at her gown and noticing a stain. Her mind recalled the moment the champagne flute had dropped to the floor. It felt strange to Maya; it seemed as if Mrs. Wilson had intentionally dropped it. It didn’t feel like an accident at all.

Maya looked to her right and saw Mrs. Wilson approaching with a group of women.

"Oh no!" Maya quickly dashed for the stairs. She didn’t want to endure that torture again. Besides, she needed to find Dalton anyway.

The rooms upstairs were numerous and empty. Finding Dalton felt like searching for a needle in a haystack.

She suddenly came across a door that caught her eye, drawing her toward it. She slowly turned the doorknob, opening it with great caution.

When the door finally swung open, Maya screamed in horror. Before her bulging eyes was Dalton, plugging a knife out of the blood-soaked chest of a man—Mr. Wilson.

"Dalton, you killed him!" Maya cried out.

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