Chapter 924

Ian Ford was the son of the real estate tycoon.

Fawn tightened her grip around her glass. After a moment, determination flashed in her eyes. She raised the glass, downing the last of her drink, and said, "Fine, I’ll take the risk!"

Marrying Ian was certainly better than ending up with that disgusting old man.

Her friend’s gaze flickered slightly before handing Fawn an address.

Without hesitation, Fawn went straight there.

It was a private club. A bodyguard stood at the door of the suite. She walked up confidently, saying, "I’m Fawn Powell."

The bodyguard, clearly aware of who she was, stepped aside and opened the door for her.

Inside, the room was dimly lit, and Fawn couldn’t immediately see if anyone was there.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" she called out.

There was no response. She took a few cautious steps forward when suddenly, someone lunged from behind, grabbing her tightly.

"Ah!" Fawn screamed, instinctively struggling, but her resistance was cut short by the sharp prick of a needle