Chapter 248 

Ronald had just stepped into the house, slamming the door shut behind him, leaving Idris stranded outside. If İdris hadn’t reacted quickly, the door would’ve smacked him right in the face. 

Hull caught up and asked, “Should we call Finley over?” 

Idris froze for a moment, recalling the spiked drink Ronald had earlier. He quickly fished out his phone, intending to call Finley, but Ronald’s earlier action of shutting him out made him hesitate. 

What did he mean by this? 

Idris glanced at Hull and said, “Um… we should check with the boss first.” 

Hull was baffled. 

“You need his permission for this? Do you think he can handle it? Damn, Lancelot daring to drug him- he deserves to be in a world of pain tonight,” He said through clenched teeth, clearly enraged by the situation. 

Even though Ronald had been drugged before, Finley was always there to handle it. 

After a moment’s thought, Idris dialed Ronald’s number. As soon as the call connected, he hurriedly asked, “Hey, should we get Finley?” 

“Get lost.” 

Idris was taken aback. 

Before he could say anything else, the call was abruptly ended. 

Hull looked at him, “What did he say?” 

“He told me to get lost.” 

Hyll’s lips twitched. “So he thinks he can handle it? This isn’t a joke.” 

The drug wasn’t something to be taken lightly, it was potent and dangerous. 

Without waiting for Hull to say more, Idris turned and walked away, almost as if he were literally rolling away as Ronald had suggested. 

Hull stood there, pondering, “Is this something Star’s hangover soup can fix?” 

Seeing Idris leave without a word, Hull, still worried, decided to call Finley himself, 

Upstairs, Stella was half–asleep, feeling as if a pair of predatory eyes were watching her in the dark. The gaze was so intense that it unsettled her, even invading her dreams. 

Blinking her eyes open, she saw Ronald sitting by her bed. In the dim light, his gaze was murky, deep with a unsettling aggression. 

Stella instantly woke up, sitting up from under the covers. “What’s wrong?” 

Why was he sitting by her bed late at night instead of sleeping? And something about Ronald’s eyes seemed 

off. 

She moved closer to him, reaching out to touch his forehead. It was burning up, as was his skin. Their proximity allowed Stella to distinctly smell the mix of blood and alcohol on him. 

“Where did you get to drinking? And are you hurt?” 

The strong scent of blood alarmed her, a wave of concern flashing in her eyes. 

She hurriedly reached for the bedside lamp to turn it on. 

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But before her hand could touch the switch, Ronald’s broad hand clasped around her waist, pulling her back 

down onto the bed. 

Stella exclaimed in shock. 

Trying to sit up instinctively, she felt Ronald’s body press down on hers from behind. Clad in a silk nightgown, she could feel the scorching heat from his chest against her back, the firmness of his muscles evident even through the thin fabric. 

Stella’s mind went blank. “What are you…” 

This wasn’t just about being drunk; it seemed like he was drugged. 

Two years ago, she’d fallen for Ursula’s trick and experienced a similar burning sensation throughout her body. 

“I’ll call Finley right now,” Stella said in a panic, her voice stuttering as she struggled to turn and reach for her phone. 

But as soon as she turned, Ronald’s hot palm cupped her face, his dominating kiss silencing her protests. His breath was searing, his lips scorching against hers. 

Stella’s eyes widened in shock, her breath hitching. “Ronald, snap out of it, plea…please…” 

Her words were swallowed by his kiss, drowning not only Ronald’s lucidity but her own as well. Her sanity was teetering on the edge.