The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 275: A Desperate Call
Regardless of anything else, she was the official lover of Gemma Thornton, and she was currently under the influence of an aphrodisiac, completely losing her usual clear-headedness. In this sensitive situation, it was best to let rough men like Colin Grant and the bodyguards keep a safe distance away. If they accidentally saw something they should not see, or carelessly allowed something ambiguous to happen, even with a hundred mouths, they would have no way to clearly explain themselves to the Thornton family.
As soon as Helen Lloyd opened the car door, a hoarse voice rang out: "Just what... is going on here?"
Thea Lockwood’s voice sounded quite weak at this moment, and her exhaled breath was heavy and carried a scorching heat. She had barely managed to struggle through that short sentence before she had to bite her lower lip so hard it bled, desperately trying to force herself to retain her last shred of consciousness. Furthermore, her hands resting on her lap were tightly clenched into fists. Faintly, under the dim light, one could see those sharply manicured nails digging deep into the flesh of her palms, using the physical pain to dispel the cloudiness in her mind.
As expected, someone who could become the lover of the tycoon’s daughter was no ordinary character. No matter how adorable, fragile, and innocent she appeared on the outside, deep down she was absolutely not as naive or easily bullied as her exterior suggested.
Through the narrow slits of her hazy eyes, Thea Lockwood recognized the woman standing in front of her. She had met Colin Grant before, and she had also heard people mention the name Helen Lloyd, so she quickly pieced the information together and clearly understood that the group of people standing before her right now belonged to Ethan Caldwell. Her body, continuously burning up as if engulfed in flames, coupled with the uncontrollable physiological reactions of lust, were enough to let her clearly know just how dangerous and ironic the situation she had fallen into truly was.
It was just that, at this very moment, Thea Lockwood still could not determine whether the people standing in front of her were there to help, or if they were the malicious masterminds who had plotted to harm her.
Standing outside the car door, watching Thea’s struggling demeanor as she gritted her teeth to maintain her clear reasoning, Helen Lloyd reached for an unopened bottle of mineral water on the passenger seat. She twisted the cap off and held it out to Thea Lockwood, speaking calmly: "You have been drugged by someone. Drink a lot of water, perhaps it can dilute the effects of the drug in your body. To be honest, I do not know when you were exposed to this drug, nor the dosage, and I cannot be sure if this crude solution will still be effective right now. But in this urgent situation, every little bit of relief helps."
Thea Lockwood looked at Helen Lloyd for a moment before finally reaching out to take the water bottle. She knew that in this situation, if the person in front of her was an enemy, even if she refused to drink, the other party would still have ways to force her to drink it all anyway.
Helen Lloyd watched the other woman drink the water and slowly explained their current situation. Helen did not explicitly state that Julian Sterling had received the information beforehand, but instead changed the narrative to say that someone wanted to harm Ethan Caldwell, the evidence being the photograph previously pushed out by the press. They had prepared a counterattack plan, but unexpectedly, while waiting for the mastermind behind the scenes, they saw her being brought in by that group of people.
The information Helen Lloyd provided was carefully constructed of half-truths, concealing the sensitive details while still accurately and adequately summarizing the current dangerous situation.
While listening, Thea Lockwood tilted her head back and swallowed in large gulps, downing the entire 500ml bottle of mineral water in a single breath in just the blink of an eye. The cold stream of water flowing down her throat seemed to help her salvage a fragile sliver of reason. She slightly narrowed her tear-filled eyes, her wet eyelashes trembling. At this moment, the confidential information her father had carefully warned her about flashed through her mind, telling her and Gemma Thornton to pay special attention to hidden enemies. After a brief moment of weighing the pros and cons, she finally opened her mouth with great difficulty, her voice dry: "Your phone... can it make outside calls?"
Helen Lloyd nodded calmly, her eyes never leaving the person opposite her to guard against any unforeseen circumstances.
"I will read the number, you help me make the call, look for Gemma Thornton. My personal phone is gone." Thea Lockwood frowned, her rapid breathing mixed with irritation.
She genuinely did not know whether she had accidentally dropped her phone, or if those bad people had intentionally taken it away. She only knew that from the moment she faintly woke up in this garage, she could no longer find her phone on her person, and even the handbag she carried with her had completely vanished into thin air.
Helen Lloyd remained silent and said nothing more, decisively reaching into her pocket to take out her mobile phone. She unlocked it, quickly tapped on the phone call interface on the screen, and then proactively handed the device to the profusely sweating woman.
Thea Lockwood tremblingly reached out to take the phone. Her fingers with those sharp nails swiftly tapped a long string of numbers on the screen that she had long memorized by heart, and then she hastily pressed the call button. The phone rang with long, continuous beeps. It took quite a long time of waiting before someone finally answered the call to connect.
Because Thea Lockwood was careful not to turn on the speakerphone mode, Helen Lloyd standing right next to her could not clearly hear what the voice on the other end of the line was saying. Helen could only faintly catch a few muffled, grumpy syllables escaping through the earpiece speaker, but that was enough to prove that the person on the other end of the line was in a decidedly unpleasant mood.
