The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 295

Brittany Dustin was thoroughly chuffed.

Hannah lifted her wine glass for a sip, and immediately her face went as pale as a ghost.

Before Brittany had time to react, Hannah clamped her mouth and bolted from the party.

After saying her goodbyes to the wealthy ladies, Brittany dashed off after her.

When she found her in the restroom, Hannah was in a bad way.

With her hands braced on the marble countertop, tears welling up in her eyes, Brittany could tell something was seriously wrong.

Quickly moving to her side, Brittany began gently patting her back. "You okay?"

Hannah felt awful. After rinsing her mouth with some water, she finally managed to recover a bit. "I'm okay, but I think my stomach's just been a bit off lately."

She'd been throwing up a lot recently. Maybe it was food poisoning.

"Maybe you should head to the hospital?"

"Hospital?"

"Look at you, you're losing weight like crazy, and you can't stop throwing up. If you had a boyfriend, I'd suspect you were pregnant." Brittany joked.

But something seemed to click in Hannah's mind. Her grip tightened on the marble countertop, face going white as a sheet. After a moment, she managed a weak laugh. "No need, Bri. You should go back. I need to use the bathroom."

"But..."

"Don't worry; there are people coming and going. I'll be fine."

Hannah turned pale and pushed Brittany away.

Once Brittany was gone, Hannah's legs gave out, and she nearly fell.

She whipped out her phone and started counting the days, her eyelashes trembling.

It had been over a month since she'd slept with Derek Bishop, and her period still hadn't come...

Hannah gripped her phone tightly. Could it be...? No way...

She'd taken the morning-after pill after that night, but her current symptoms...

They all pointed to one possibility.

What would her parents do if she was really pregnant?

Hannah was in a state, tugging at her hair, anger flashing in her eyes.

If she'd known she was going to sleep with Derek, she wouldn't have helped him out, and she definitely wouldn't have drunk that wine!

...

Leaving the restroom, Brittany made her way back to the banquet hall down a long corridor.

"You and Derek are close. It doesn't make sense for me to be against you."

Loraine knew Brittany was still on guard, so she swapped their glasses. "Now, can we drink?"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Brittany had no choice but to play along and took a small sip. "I hope you'll keep your word."

Loraine downed her drink in one go, said a few more words, then left.

Relieved, Brittany set down her glass and looked around. Hannah still hadn't returned, and she was starting to worry.

She left the banquet hall and entered the corridor.

In stark contrast to the lively banquet hall, the corridor was eerily silent.

She could hear footsteps behind her, not too close but not too far either. Brittany's instincts kicked in, and she slowed down. The footsteps behind her did the same.

Someone was tailing her!

That meant Hannah could be in danger too!

Brittany's heart clenched, and she quickened her pace.

The person behind her realized they'd been made and rushed forward, dragging Brittany into the darkness.

Brittany tried to scream, but a cloth soaked in anesthetic was clamped over her mouth, and she quickly lost consciousness.