CHAPTER 790: CHAPTER 790: TARGETING CLARA THORNTON

Thomas Quincy thought things through and felt increasingly uneasy; after years of rivalry with Henry Foster, he believed he understood this adversary.

A woman like Tessa Thorne would not catch his eye; his approach to her must be for Clara Thornton.

Could it be that he’s targeting Clara Thornton?

Thomas Quincy immediately ordered his men to investigate, and soon his subordinate returned with a report.

"Family Head, after the drug launch event, Henry Foster also met with Tessa Thorne."

Thomas Quincy narrowed his eyes, "And what else?"

"Additionally, Tessa Thorne’s older brother was captured by Henry Foster’s men at the casino, likely to use him as leverage to threaten Tessa Thorne."

Thomas Quincy squinted; Henry Foster is not a good person, and using such tactics isn’t impossible for him.

Let’s see what Henry Foster’s objective is.

"There’s also..." The subordinate hesitated, looking at Thomas Quincy with uncertainty, unsure whether to speak.

"Speak." Thomas Quincy said coldly.

"It seems there are small rumors that Miss Clara Thornton is your woman, but no one believes it."

Thomas Quincy furrowed his brows, momentarily speechless.

Then he seemed to realize something, and his face instantly darkened; he understood what felt odd—

Henry Foster was after Clara Thornton!

...

Inside the banquet hall, Clara Thornton felt increasingly hot all over; her breathing seemed labored.

Her alcohol tolerance was actually decent, so she felt no discomfort from drinking low-proof champagne, but her current physical state made her suspect she might be drunk.

"Sister, what’s wrong?"

Tessa Thorne had been monitoring Clara Thornton’s condition; seeing her frown, she knew the drug had taken effect.

Clara Thornton shook her head, "Nothing, I might be a bit tipsy; haven’t had alcohol for a long time, my tolerance has dropped."

"Let me take you to the lounge to rest for a while; collapsing here wouldn’t be good."

Clara Thornton couldn’t be happier; she certainly didn’t want to make a scene with drunken antics, embarrassing herself publicly.

"Quick, come and help me up; damn, is this champagne so intoxicating? I feel so thirsty and hot that I want to strip."

Unaware that she had been drugged, Clara Thornton attributed her condition to alcohol.

Tessa Thorne gritted her teeth and quickly helped her away.

The two entered an empty lounge.

Tessa Thorne placed Clara Thornton on the sofa, "Sister, you rest here first, I’ll return to the banquet hall; call me if you need anything."

"Go ahead, go ahead." Clara Thornton forced herself to endure, waving Tessa Thorne away.

Tessa Thorne glanced back at Clara Thornton’s flushed face, took a deep breath, and finally opened the door and left.

Upon returning to the banquet hall, Henry Foster immediately approached her, asking through gritted teeth, "How is it? Clara Thornton?"

"She’s been drugged, I just took her to the lounge."

Henry Foster grinned darkly, "You did well."

"Then my brother..."

"Don’t worry." Henry Foster took out his phone and dialed a number, "Hey, release him."

He hung up the phone, "Satisfied?"

Tessa Thorne breathed a sigh of relief.

Henry Foster couldn’t hold back any longer; he quickly left the banquet hall, heading toward the lounge.

Inside the lounge, Clara Thornton felt unbearably hot, even her nerves were paralyzed, and her consciousness briefly wandered; she lifted her long dress, revealing her legs.

But she still felt incredibly hot, and couldn’t help but want to undress.

No, this isn’t home, Clara Thornton’s consciousness slightly returned, forcing her to resist this absurd thought.

She gasped, yearning to soak in cool water to relieve the heat.

Just as Clara Thornton’s mind wandered, the door clicked open.