Stanley caught up with Lilly in a few strides.
Looking at the man who had suddenly caught up to her, Lilly asked in confusion, "Mr. Grant? What can I do for you?"
Because of the effects of the drug, Stanley's face was flushed red, which extended all the way to the depths of his neck. His neat and smooth collar was wrinkled, and he looked weak.
"Are you sick?" Lilly asked again, looking at Stanley's anguished face.
But the man did not answer her. Instead, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the car waiting by the roadside. He opened the car door and pushed Lilly into it.
Then, Stanley got in the car, closed his eyes, and ordered, "Rhys, the hotel."
His voice sounded hoarse and low.
Lilly was stunned. She wanted to ask Stanley why he had pulled her into the car, but when she loo
