Chapter 2 Saved a Wild Man

Olivia had just changed her clothes and was coming out of the hotel room when she bumped straight into a tall figure.

The man's body was burning hot, and the heavy smell of blood mixed with a strange sweet scent instantly enveloped her.

Olivia frowned and was about to step back, but the man gripped her wrist tightly, with such force it felt like he could crush her bones.

She was yanked back into the room, stumbling, and thrown heavily onto the bed.

The man's large frame pressed down on her, accompanied by scorching, heavy breathing, pinning Olivia's body beneath him.

Olivia's face darkened, but her reaction was quick. In her previous life, to make John like her, she had learned many skills, including combat.

She raised her elbow and struck hard at a specific spot below the man's ribs.

The man let out a muffled groan, and his grip loosened slightly.

Olivia seized the opportunity to grab his wrist with her other hand, twisted and pushed, throwing this man who was much taller and stronger than her hard onto the thickly carpeted floor.

The man lay on the floor breathing rapidly, his hair soaked with sweat, revealing a pair of pitch-black eyes.

His gaze was sharp as a knife. Even in his current disheveled state, the overwhelming sense of pressure and danger radiating from him was still heart-stopping.

Only now did Olivia see his face clearly.

Strikingly handsome with an aggressive edge, his features were deeply chiseled as if carved, but flushed with an abnormal redness. Clearly, something was very wrong with him.

Her pupils suddenly contracted.

This man—wasn't he Frederick from the Reynolds family, the ruthless one known as City A's uncrowned king of the night?

What was he doing here? And in this condition?

In a flash, Olivia recalled a rumor she'd accidentally heard in her previous life that had been suppressed.

Frederick had been set up and drugged with something extremely potent, causing quite a commotion, but no one knew exactly how it was resolved.

So the rumor was true after all.

Frederick seemed to regain some clarity and struggled up, his eyes cold and menacing. "If you don't want to die, get lost."

Olivia didn't move. She squinted at him, a calculating glint flashing in the depths of her eyes.

This was Frederick. If she saved him, he might become an unexpected trump card.

She walked over to Frederick's side and, ignoring his murderous glare, quickly examined his body.

No obvious external injuries, rapid pulse, high temperature—he must have been drugged with some kind of dirty substance, and a very potent one at that.

She hesitated no longer, grabbed one of Frederick's arms, and dragged him toward the bathroom.

Frederick tried to resist, but under the drug's influence, his resistance was futile.

"You're asking for death!" He forced the words through gritted teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

Olivia paid no attention, dragging him under the shower head and turning on the cold water.

The ice-cold water poured down on him, making Frederick's whole body shudder and bringing brief clarity to his foggy mind.

"I told you to get out!" His voice was hoarse as he glared at Olivia, the evil fire and violent energy inside him rising together.

Olivia raised an eyebrow.

Ha, quite the temper.

She turned and left, returning moments later with a disposable syringe and a sedative she'd found in the room's medical kit.

Watching her skillfully extract the medication, Frederick's eyes narrowed, and he asked warily, "What are you trying to do?"

Olivia replied calmly, "Mr. Reynolds, I suggest you stay quiet. I've studied medicine. Though I'm not exactly an expert, I can still manage to miss by an inch or two and cause some functional problems for the rest of your life in certain areas."

As she spoke, her gaze pointedly swept over the area below his lower abdomen.

Frederick's breathing hitched. He looked at this audacious woman before him in disbelief.

In all his years, no one had ever threatened him this way!

Taking advantage of his momentary daze, Olivia moved swiftly, quickly and precisely injecting the sedative into his lower abdomen.

That area was rich in nerves and could help relieve some of the impulses caused by the drug.

Frederick let out a muffled groan as a strong tingling sensation spread through him. Then, due to the sedative's effect, his consciousness gradually blurred.

Seeing him pass out, Olivia breathed a sigh of relief. She stripped off all his clothes and then maneuvered him into the bathtub filled with cold water.

After finishing all this, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and dialed 911 on the room phone.

"Hello, Hilton Hotel, room 1808. A guest has suddenly fallen ill and is unconscious. Please send an ambulance as soon as possible."

After hanging up, Olivia glanced once more at Frederick soaking in the cold water, a slight smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Frederick, I hope you'll like this little welcome gift."

With that, she picked up her bag and calmly left the room.

About ten minutes after Olivia left.

Several swift figures quickly appeared in the hotel room.

Seeing Frederick lying naked in the bathtub, the stern-faced man in the lead changed expression drastically and rushed forward.

"Mr. Reynolds!"

Frederick slowly opened his eyes. The burning heat in his body had mostly subsided, and his memory was returning.

He sat up abruptly. Seeing his current state, his pupils contracted.

That woman! How dare she!

Frederick's face was dark as storm clouds. He ordered Morris, the subordinate standing before him in terrified silence, "Find her! Track down the woman who was in and out of this room."

"Yes." Morris accepted the order, then hesitated before asking, "Mr. Reynolds, if we find her..."

Frederick's eyes were cold as ice, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the faintly aching spot on his lower abdomen.

"Find her first, then we'll talk." He wanted to see exactly who this audacious woman was.