Chapter 399 Disturbed Slumber

bLeslie’s /bPOV

I was beyond irritated.

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Sleep that sacred, precious moment and someone actually dared to disturb me?!

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A nameless fire churned in my chest, as if it wanted to burn through my reason.

It had taken me forever to finally sink into sleep.

My teeth itched with anger.

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I grit my teeth and forced open eyelids that felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. Shapes wavered before me; features blurred under a veil of haze. I couldn’t see clearly.

My head felt stuffed with cotton, slow and dull, but I forced myself to think: who is thisb? /bIf it’s not Carl, then who could it be?

iNo /ii– /iiabsolutely /iinot /iiCarl/ii! /i

That man wouldn’t daree bother me at this hour, even if he had a hundred times the guts!

My heart sped for a moment; anger and puzzlement tangled together, like a hand squeezing my heart.

iIt /iimust be /iithat /iibastard /iiKirby/ii! /i

Thinking that, I fixed my re on that ridiculously handsome face and stared for a full three seconds. The fury inside me red as if someone had poured oil on the fire.

I dropped my voice and spat two words through my teeth:

“Ugh, scum!”

The words cut like a knife.

I watched Kirby looming above me go rigid; his pupils suddenly contracted, and his expression froze as if frost had struck his face — ugly as hell.

A sh of vindictive pleasure rose in me, but mostly I felt tired and disdainful.

Serves him right.

The night air was cold as water, bone–chilling. fnd868 This update is avable on /fnd868

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After cursing, I felt considerably lighter, as if I’d set down a heavy stone. I turned over hard, the covers rustling with the movement, a little petnt.

I closed my eyes and decided to ignore the whole mess and crawl back into my

dream.

Whoever dared disturb my sleep would pay for it.

Kirby’s POV

“Ugh, scum!”

Hah. She recognized me at once and still grabbed every chance to humiliate me!

My fists clenched without thinking, knuckles whitening. Anger churned in my chest, but under it was a different kind of pain – sharp and countlessb, /blike needles pricking the tip of my heart.

I stared at Leslie, forcing the storm inside me down.

She’d had too much to drink

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yes, she must be drunk!

I told myself that over and over, trying to calm the fury, but under the light, her figure stabbed at me like a mockery of my helplessness.

Just then, the doorbell rang, the sharp sound like a needle straight into my nerves.

I kept my face hard and my steps heavy as I crossed to the door and yanked it open.

Mch stood there, tired but tense, holding a fresh alcohol test report. He handed it to me and said, “Kirby, the results are back. There was norge dose of any lethal drug in the wine, but a mild hallucinogen was detected. The alcohol content is fifty–one percent.”

My chest dropped.

A hallucinogen?!

I snatched the report and scanned it. Anger detonated inside me like lit TNT.

My voice was cold as wind from hell: “Who came tonight? Find them delivered that bottle.”

Any fool who touched my bottom line would be on a road to death.

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especially the one who

Mch’s expression hardened, and he answered immediately, “Yes. I’m on it.” He turned and left, considerate enough to close the door behind him.

I returned to the bedroom, my gaze drawn inexorably back to the woman on the bed.