My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston)

Chapter 97 Something Was Wrong with the Fragrance

Alston's eyes darkened, and a storm was brewing in his eyes.

Lloyd's heart tightened when he noticed the change in his expression. He said, "Mr. Smith, is the news from

Mrs. Smith?"

Alston nodded and called Cynthia's number while walking out. When he heard the reminder from the microphone, his eyes became colder.

"Lloyd, go to the hospital and see if Cynthia is there. Call me if you have any news. Move!"

Lloyd was taken aback for a moment. Then he quickly responded and walked out.

After thinking for a while, Alston sent a message to Lorenz and drove to the place mentioned in the message.

Alston was driving very fast. The scenery on both sides retreated rapidly. He looked serious, holding the

steering wheel tightly..

He didn't feel right about that text message. Although the sender tried to imitate Cynthia's tone, she ignored one point: the address!

Cynthia often called him "Al" instead of "Alston" when sending him messages.

In an emergency, a person would often use the habit he was most familiar with.

He didn't know what had happened to Cynthia and what the situation was now. Since someone could take

her phone away, she must be in danger.

Alston's heart skipped a beat. When he arrived at the hotel, he received a call from Lloyd.

"Mr. Smith, Mrs. Smith is not in the hospital. The nurse said that she was hit by someone and sprained her foot when she was preparing to eat. Then she returned to the office. The other medical staff said that she seemed to have lost something important. She dragged her injured foot and looked for it in the corridor anxiously. Then she went out after receiving a call and hasn't returned yet."

Alston looked up at the eye-catching signboard of the hotel, without a trace of emotion in his eyes. He said, "Wait in the hospital. If you hear about her, call me ASAP."

After speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

Kim Hotel, the largest hotel in Fort!

Alston sneered and walked straight to the front desk.

When the receptionist saw him coming, she stood up straight and looked at Alston respectfully. "Mr. Smith,

welcome!"

Alston nodded.

Smith Group also invested in Kim Hotel. Even Clare didn't know that.

Kim Hotel would strictly keep the customer's information confidential. The person who sent the message probably noticed this point. But keeping the information secret was only for ordinary people, not for Alston. Alston asked directly, "Who is staying in Room 403?"

The receptionist checked quickly. "Mr. Smith, it's a woman called Cherry Miller."

"It's her!" Alston sneered and walked upstairs.

Given the situation, Cynthia should be controlled by the Miller family now. They did all this to lure him here.

Alston couldn't wait to see what kind of tricks Cherry was playing.

As time passed by, Cherry was sitting on the sofa in the room and grabbing the cushion tightly. She was extremely nervous. Thinking of what would happen next, she couldn't restrain the excitement on her face.

When she was immersed in excitement, there was a knock on the door.

Cherry quickly stood up from the sofa. She ran over and opened the door. When she saw the tall and sturdy

man outside, joy flashed across her eyes. "Alston, why are you here?"

Alston looked at her who was only wearing a bathrobe. Her hair was slightly wet as if she had been bathed.

Her neckline was open, revealing a large part of fair skin, and her face was wearing delicate makeup. Alston instantly understood what her plan was.

"You sent me a text message with Cynthia's phone. Why didn't you know I was coming? Where is Cynthia?" Alston's eyes were clear, without any trace of interest in Cherry.

When Cherry heard him calling Cynthia intimately, she was jealous but she hid it soon. She bit her lower lip and looked a little dazed. She said, "No! I went shopping today and got some stains on my clothes. So I booked a room to clean it. I was alone all the time. I have never seen Cynthia. Did she send the wrong message?"

Alston sneered, with an impatient expression. "Be honest. Tell me where she is. If I find out that you kidnapped her, I'll ruin your family."

A trace of panic flashed in Cherry's eyes. Her fingers trembled violently. Before she did these things, she had thought about the possible consequences. If she failed, she would not be able to bear the consequences. But so what?

Compared to being forced to marry Ivan and have his child, she would rather take a big risk and gamble.

What if she succeeded?

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth and opened the door of the room. "Come in. It's a little complicated. I can't explain it clearly in a while."

Alston frowned but still entered the door. He wanted to see how Cherry continued to lie.

As he entered the door, a strong fragrance rushed directly into his nose. Alston felt a little dizzy. He covered

his nose in disgust and said, "What exactly do you want to say?"

Cherry's eyes flickered. If Alston found out that she and Jane planned it, he would make their life a living hell. She'd better let others take the blame. By a happy coincidence, there was a scapegoat for her. She looked hesitant and stammered, "Actually... Cynthia was taken away by Clare."

"What did you say?" Alston looked startled.

Seeing his fierce response, Cherry continued to lie. "Ivan went to jail because of Cynthia. He was the only son of Clare, so Clare hates her deeply. Since the Green family lived in Fort, Cynthia has a big backer. As he can't

do anything on the table, he kidnaps Cynthia secretly."

"Oh, is that true?" Alston knocked on the table with a pensive face and deep eyes, making it hard to read his

mind.

Cynthia nodded quickly. She said, "I'm not lying. We went to see Ivan a few days ago. Clare discussed it with my father and wanted to marry me to Ivan. When we arrived there, we found that Ivan didn't live well in prison. He is very thin and dispirited. Clare is angry... I... I guess he saw that his son has suffered a lot and Cynthia is living happily, so he came up with this idea."

Looking at her earnest expression, Alston sneered, "Then tell me how did you deceive Cynthia? What did you and your family do for Clare?"

Cynthia was stunned for a moment. She made up her mind in her heart and pretended to have a guilty look. "It is true that my mother and I designed Cynthia to come to our house. We let someone steal her necklace,

so we called her and asked her to come here. Clare's men knocked her out and took her away. We did help him." When she said this, her eyes were red with tears. She looked at Alston and said, "Alston, could you please forgive us for the sake of my confession? Our family is driven into a corner. We can only listen to Clare. I'm so sorry."

Alston frowned irritably. What she said matched what Lloyd had inquired about in the hospital. So it was

Clare's men who did it?

If so, Cynthia was much more dangerous than being in the Miller family. Clare was cruel and heartless. He had not called to threaten Alston so far. It was very likely that he would directly maltreat Cynthia. Thinking of this, he couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up quickly and walked towards the door. Suddenly he felt dizzy and a wave of heat evaporated from his body, which burned his internal organs and made him very uncomfortable.

D*mn. He was drugged. But he didn't drink any water or eat food since he came in. Where did Cherry put the

drug?

Alston félt dizzy. He was stunned when he remembered the strong fragrance from the room.

"The... the fragrance is drugged?!" Alston looked up at Cherry with sharp eyes.

The drug effect was so strong that his eyes were burning and red and his face was stern as if he was

possessed by the Devil.

Cherry watched obsessively. She was greedy and also drugged herself. At this moment, her body was also

hot.

She was excited in her heart, but her expression was flustered. "Clare let me stay here to buy time. I didn't expect he would drug us. Alston, what should I do? I'm feeling terribly uncomfortable. Please help

me."

After speaking, she pulled the loose belt around her waist and the bathrobe slipped off.