In the suite, Barry cursed in rage and suddenly pinched Mary's tender chin. His eyes were lethally cold.

Mary looked at him calmly with her pretty yet emotionless eyes.

"Mary, how dare you plot against me!"

"Hmm."

Mary arched her brow and smiled, "Yeah."

"Junior Master Lambert, don't you know I've been plotting against you for a long time?"

The heat spewed up in him again, and Barry bellowed, "Damn it!"

Then he tottered to the bathroom for a cold shower.

At the sight of the staggering figure, Mary could no longer restrain herself, and her clean face was instantly filled with sorrow.

Huh...

She looked down at her underwear. How ironic!

He would rather keep showering under cold water than touch her.

Barry's phone on the table rang. Mary walked over and took a look. It was from Tony.

After a moment of silence, Mary picked it up.

"Boss, what happened?"

"He was drugged."

Mary's voice was calm.

"Miss... Yeates?"

Tony was taken aback.

"Hmm, come here and handle it."

"Okay."

Ten minutes later, Tony came in with a doctor.

Mary had dressed herself up, "You take from here."

She glanced at Tony calmly and went out.

Tony was lost for words.

As soon as she came out, Mary saw Quentin at the end of the corridor.

It looked like he had been there for quite some time. There was still a cigarette between his fingers.

Mary slightly kept her head low and was a little afraid to see the man.

After a moment of silence, Quentin came over.

"Does it worth it?"

Quentin's hoarse voice came from above.

Mary still hung her head to avoid his eyes.

"Mary, you don't have to do this."

As Quentin spotted the marks around her neck, his heart was full of pain, "Mary, he doesn't love you. Wouldn't you feel grieved to stay with him?"

"If uncle and auntie in Heaven saw you like this, they would feel sad."

"Brother Quentin."

Mary finally mustered up her courage to raise her head and gave a faint smile, "Thank you for your care for so many years. Rest assured, I'm a grown-up and know how to choose my path."

At the sight of the leaving figure, Quentin laughed at himself and threw the cigarette butt into the trash can.

He should have known it a long time ago. The girl he liked the whole time never belonged to him.

Mary came to the spotlight as soon as she walked downstairs.

Garish marks still lingered around her neck. No one knew they were formed by her own pinch.

Her cheeks were slightly rosy, and she looked dull and walked slowly, which reminded people of bad things.

"Mary, come to grandpa."

Senior Master Lambert beckoned to Mary.

Mary walked over obediently but buried her head even lower, "Grandpa John, I'm sorry. I went upstairs to change my clothes, but Brother Barry was drugged. I..."

The Crown Prince was drugged?

Everyone soon took a tumble. No wonder Mary could get on the Crown Prince's bed. It turned out she served as the cure.

Relating Lynn's words, they understood the whole thing. The scheme recoiled on the head of Mandy while Mary took the advantage.

Senior Master Lambert was also stunned. Behind knitted brows, he sighed, "My girl, you are wronged."

"Anyhow, you are a victim, and Barry should be held accountable."

Mrs. Lambert grabbed Mary's hand with a smile, "Mary, when your mom was still alive, she and I had always been hoping to make you a match. But Barry's mind has been on business, and he doesn't care much about marriage. Rest assured; Lambert Family will not fail you."