Chapter 586

"Lawrence., Ishara's background is suspicious. She is not Carlos' daughter. Winnie suspects she is the result of an extramarital affair between Patrick and Eleanor. Now Patrick wants to kill the unconscious Carlos in the ward! Winnie had to come over to balance Patrick, with a paternity test, they can expose their ugly faces." Olivia stared at Lawrence..

The man showed no emotional changes, his sharp eyes indifferent.

Olivia tightened her breath, feeling embarrassed for scolding him upstairs just now, "I'm sorry, Mr. Rodriguez. I shouldn't have scolded you just now. You indeed came to rescue Winnie, I hope you can forget this unpleasant memory."

Olivia felt embarrassed on one hand, realizing true feelings in times of trouble, Lawrence. was ultimately for Winnie, with sincerity.

On the other hand, she was afraid of offending Lawrence.. The fact that Lawrence. could easily escort Patrick out was enough to show his methods.

The man remained silent, lips lightly holding a cigarette, one hand in his pocket, coldly glanced at the door of Room 088, then turned in another direction.

Olivia heard him ask Bryan, "Where is Patrick?"

"He was taken to the office of the inn by our men. I have released the shareholders of the Blanchet family. Patrick is wary of you, so he hasn't dared to leave forcibly."

Olivia saw Lawrence.'s leisurely steps as he entered the office of the hotel. She immediately turned around, pushed open the door of Room 088 in haste.

"Winnie?"

The room was large, and Winnie's voice could be heard near the bathroom. "I'm here."

She was very weak, her voice hoarse.

Olivia ran over, seeing her condition, Olivia covered her mouth, squatted down to lift her face, checking her breathing. "Winnie? Your face looks so pale! Are you okay? What did Patrick do to you?"

"He tried to make me vomit from alcohol poisoning and then drown me!"

Olivia listened to her trembling breath, shocked.

"Olivia, help me up. I vomited heavily just now, but not all the alcohol came out.

I need to go to the hospital for intravenous fluids now, delaying it could lead to alcohol poisoning."

Winnie twisted her wet clothes, shivering all over.

Olivia immediately complied, scanning the wine table, her gaze falling on a bodyguard lying in the bathroom, blood flowing to the doorway. She was startled and couldn't help but ask, "Did Lawrence. beat this person like this? He just came in and stayed for more than ten minutes, during those ten minutes, what did he do to you? Did you two argue?"

After Olivia rushed in, she didn't dare to enter, Lawrence.'s intimidation was too strong.

Winnie lowered her head, somewhat silent, she didn't tell Olivia the truth. "He tried to make me vomit the alcohol."

It was only now that she understood the true intention behind that forceful kiss.

She was filthy, but he kissed her forcefully, venting his hatred towards her, trying to suffocate her to death, it was not fake.

He was truly seeking revenge, humiliating her.

If she hadn't run to vomit at that time, Winnie dared not think about what would happen next with his anger.

He hated her for aborting their child.

Winnie didn't know that this mistake wasn't caused by her, how long would she be blamed for it, she had never been pregnant.

"Winnie!" At the doorway, Rock finally arrived, his eyes filled with worry.

Winnie regained her composure, struggling to stand up, looking up.

Rock saw her staggering appearance, rushed over from Olivia, took her in his arms without a word.

He asked Olivia, "Is she okay? Is she not injured?"

Olivia didn't like his actions. For the first time, Olivia had a different view of Rock, she squinted at this man, showing so much concern for Winnie, but when she begged Rock on the phone, Rock remained silent and indifferent.

Olivia was straightforward, "How is Winnie? Can't you see for yourself? She was in mortal danger, luckily someone came to resolve the crisis!"

Rock's face froze. The suggestive words from Olivia were clear to him.

Who resolved Winnie's crisis?

Besides Lawrence. having the ability to snatch someone from Patrick without hesitation, who else would dare to offend Patrick?

His face darkened, a hint of stiffness passing through. "Winnie, you've suffered. I rushed over as soon as I heard the news. Your face looks terrible, your breathing is weak, I'll take you to the hospital now!"

Winnie was too weak to speak, so, she nodded gently.

Olivia pursed her lips, not wanting to argue with him. "Alright, I was going to take her to the hospital anyway, you can be the escort."

She pushed open the door of the room, leading the way.

In the corner of his eye, Rock suddenly caught sight of Winnie's mouth, it was bleeding. The cherry color looked bright red and swollen.

A storm brewed, anger rising in his eyes.

Any adult could tell how her lips got injured, it was Lawrence. who kissed her.

What else had happened in this room?

Seeing his hesitation and fixed gaze, Winnie covered her mouth slightly, eyebrows furrowed.

"Winnie, your mouth." Rock's heart filled with resentment, suspecting if she had given herself to Lawrence.?

"I was forced to drink two pounds of white wine, if I didn't vomit it out due to the irritation, I would have gone into shock on the spot."

Winnie knew what he was concerned about, she tried to explain, but still seemed vague in her honesty.

However, Rock felt that her explanation was evasive, she hadn't made it clear what had happened between her and Lawrence..

"Mr. Harrington, why are you still hesitating? Can't Winnie bite her own mouth? What's more important, her life or her so-called reputation? You know her past, you used to be so tolerant of her, there's no need to be jealous now." Olivia couldn't help but urge, feeling that Rock was overly concerned about these trivial matters, which really tarnished his image.

Rock remained silent, he held Winnie tightly, his palms exerting a slight force. He coldly glanced at Olivia, then strode out.

When they reached the lobby of the inn, in a moment of turmoil, Winnie's gaze suddenly met a deep, cold stare from upstairs.

Lawrence.'s tall figure stood on the second floor, his long legs level with the railing, in the dim light, his stern facial features were hard to discern. However, the gaze he directed at her sent chills down her spine.

He watched as Rock carried her away, his steps downstairs halted abruptly.

A glint of metal caught the light in the smoke, held between his long fingers.

In the moment Winnie's heart raced and she lowered her eyes, she only saw his cold smirk.

Her heart skipped a beat, he saved her, yet she was carried away by Rock.

Given Lawrence.'s temperament, he would have rushed down to fight Rock to save her, but he didn't. He just coldly smirked at her.

What was in his hand?