Captivation Want Nothing But You Chapter 130 by Adolf Dunne
The second Rachel stepped into the living room, a gust of wind blew past her. Night had fallen, clouds were looming in the sky,
and she could hear the sound of rumbling thunder. Lukas asked with concern, “Ma’am, are you alright?” “Huh?” Rachel sounded
confused. “Why do you ask? I’m fine.”
‘Aside from being flummoxed by Victor’s behavior today,’ she thought to herself. Upon noticing that she was acting like her usual
self, Lukas was relived. “That’s good to hear. By the way, Miss Bennet, what would you like for dinner tonight? I’ll ask the chef to
prepare it for you.” “I’m good with whatever you decide.
I’m a little tired, Lukas. I’m heading upstairs to take a nap first,” she replied. Lukas nodded, and Rachel went upstairs to her
bedroom to catch ssleep. She didn’t wake up until it was nine in the evening. At this time, Lukas knocked on her door.
“Ma’am, are you awake?” he asked. “I am.” Rachel got up to open the door.
“Is dinner ready?” With a gentle smile, Lukas replied, “It’s already nine, ma’am. I didn’t want to disturb your sleep, but dinner has
already gotten cold. I’ll ask the cook to prepare another batch for you.” “Thanks, Lukas.” “Oh, and ma’am? Would you like to
have dinner here in your room or go downstairs in the dining room?” Lukas asked. Rachel was a bit surprised to finally realize
that the bodyguards outside her door were now gone.
Suddenly, it dawned on her that she didn’t see them when she went back to her bedroom a few hours ago either. Noticing her
confusion, Lukas explained, “Mr. Sullivan said that as long as you’re well behaved, you can leave your room as you please, but
you may not leave the Sue Garden’s premises.” ‘He wantsto behave?
That’s ironic coming from him.
Well, at least I now have more space to move around. I’m glad my tolerance of his overbearing attitude today wasn’t for nothing.’
With that in mind, she adjusted her mood and nodded at Lukas. 1 “I’ll go downstairs to have dinner in a bit,” she said. “Very well,
ma’am,” Lukas replied. “I’ll head to the kitchen and tell the cook to prepare your dinner at once. For the tbeing, you can rest
Meanwhile, she stood at her door, pondering for a moment before closing the door again. She walked back to her bed, sat on it,
picked up her phone, and looked for Andy’s number. Victor only permitted her to move freely within the Sue Garden, but she
knew that he wouldn’t allow her to leave the place that easily.
Once Quintin had located the prison Abby was hidden in, Rachel must figure out how to get her out of Apliaria as soon as
possible. Rachel didn’t have much tleft to spare, so she couldn’t just sit here and do nothing. 2 Seconds later, she dialed
Andy’s number. Meanwhile, in the Crown Club, the manager walked over, stared at the door of the room, and spoke to the waiter
guarding the door. “Is Mr. Sullivan still in there?”
The waiter nodded his head. Because of that, the manager frowned, uncertain of what he should do. “Should we call a doctor?
What if something bad happens?” The waiter got worried as well. Both of them knew that if something were to happen to Victor
in here, the whole club would suffer the consequences. “But Mr. Sullivan gave strict orders not to allow anyone to enter the
room,” the manager said with a sigh. “We’ll have to wait and see what happens.
I’ll call Mr. Scott and inform him of the situation. In the meantime, keep an eye on him. If anything happens, report to me
immediately.” After that, the manager glanced at the door again, took out his phone, and went back to the lobby. When the
manager called, Carson was inside his car, waiting for someone. He was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel every now
and then, and his eyes were locked on the entrance of the office building nearby.
“What’s up?” Carson answered the call while turning off the music. “Mr. Scott, I’m really sorry for bothering you at this tof the
night, but we really don’t know what to do anymore,” said the manager in an anxious tone. “Mr. Sullivan is here in the club
tonight. Our employee found him looking very exhausted. He doesn’t look very well. We’ve thought about calling him a doctor,
but he refused to allow anyone to enter the room.
He’s been in there for hours, and we haven’t heard anything from him.” 1 Upon hearing that, Carson knitted his brows. ‘This is
rare. Why is Victor drinking alone?” he thought to himself. “If he told you not to enter the room, I’d advise you to do as you’re
told.” Carson glanced at his watch, and then at the entrance of the building. There was still no one coming out. He was the
revered son of the Scott family. People normally waited for him, but now, he was here, waiting for a woman who had been late
If it weren’t for the important documents in her possession, he wouldn’t have waited for her this long As those thoughts troubled
Carson, it infuriated him even more. “But, sir... It’s been two hours since we last heard from Mr. Sullivan! I’m afraid that
something might’ve happened to him. We’re too afraid of breaking in without his permission. But I think he wouldn’t mind if you
go in to check on him.” ‘Is that so?’ Carson thought to himself.
A smile appeared on his lips. The manager really believed that Carson and Victor were that close. Although he was a good friend
of Victor’s, he still had to watch his behavior around him, for he knew just how capricious Victor could be. ‘If I were to break in, I
wouldn’t even be able to ask him if he’s alright. Victor will probably throwout of the room, and then the next day, he’ll exile
It’s not like this kind of thing hasn’t happened before.
I’m just smart enough not to piss Victor off. He’s clearly not in the mood to speak to anyone. Besides, I have a more pressing
mater to deal with right now,’ Carson said to himself. “I’m busy,” he said to the manager. At this point, the manager was at a loss
for words. Moments ago, he held onto hope that Carson would be able to help them. Suddenly, the waiter ran to the manager’s
side, and said to him, “I just heard a sound of something falling to the ground from inside, sir!
Do you think Mr. Sullivan passed out or something?” The manager’s heart started racing. Carson managed to hear the waiter
from the other end of the line. He stopped tapping on the steering wheel, and thought of a person. “I think there’s someone else
who might be able to help,” Carson said to the manager.
“Truly, Mr. Scott?” Hope returned to the manager’s heart upon hearing Carson say that. Knock! Knock! Knock! At this time,
someone knocked on Carson’s car window. He held his phone’s receiver, looked out the window, and saw a woman standing
outside. ‘She’s finally here,’ he thought. Carson rolled down the window.
The manager waited for a while, but he still hadn’t heard him speak, so he called out to Carson, “Mr. Scott?” “Yes, I’m here.”
Carson glanced at the woman and smiled. “Who is this ‘someone?” asked the manager.
“Oh, you already know who she is.” As Carson spoke, he opened the door and got out of the car. He put one of his hands in his
pocket, stared at the woman in front of him, and continued, “Mr. Sullivan’s ex-wife, Rachel.”
The manager’s face turned grim. Once more, his hopeful heart was broken. “But, Mr. Scott!” Before he could even finish talking,
Carson hung up on him. When the waiter saw the disappointed look on the manager’s face, he asked, “What’s wrong with Mr.
Sullivan’s ex-wife?” Right after the waiter said that, the manager received a message. It was a message from Carson, containing
Rachel’s phone number.