Her Revenge Contract
Chapter 49

Katherine's POV

The sound of flashes going off in the ballroom was endless around Erika. She was already angry, and now that she was standing in the spotlight, she looked even more demented. Her face had turned red and her eyes scarlet, yet she pretended to be of higher status. John stood a couple of feet from Erika. He tried to rush to her side several times, but Greyson stopped him.

"This dress," I gestured to the dress I wore, "was originally designed and sewn by designer Ashley herself. It was a very beautiful dress, but unfortunately, the dress was suddenly ruined and torn apart."

My gaze slowly moved toward Erika, and the reporters immediately knew what I meant and rushed toward her.

"Erika, what is the purpose of vandalizing Mr. Black's fiancee's dress?" The first reporter asked.

"I heard that you have been having conflicts with Ms. King and making things difficult everywhere. Is this true?"

One question after another was thrown at Erika.

Erika looked like a deer caught in headlights; she was speechless and froze, yet when the next round of questions was thrown at her, she lost it and shouted at the reporters like a madman.

Rose found a way to Erika's side, grabbed her around her waist, and dragged her out of the ballroom, just like a crazy monkey who was forcibly taken away by his master.

While walking, Erika pointed to me on the stage and shouted something at me, but Rose covered her mouth just in time.

John quickly rushed up to the stage and grabbed the microphone.

"Let's have a good laugh on the little girl's behalf," he said, giving me a threatening look. "She is drunk and said some stupid things."

"I don't find the situation amusing, John. There is nothing to laugh about!" Xavier said angrily.

John was slightly shocked at Xavier's reaction.

"See, I know you tried to spike our drinks,"

Xavier took out the small bottle from his pocket, lifted it into the air, and shook it in front of John as if nothing had happened.

Is that what John had stuffed into the waiter's pocket earlier? How did Xavier get hold of the bottle? Did he see what I saw?

John suddenly froze and was unable to utter a single word.

"Let's have a good drink after the announcement," Xavier said, keeping his face blank. My gaze snapped toward Xavier, and even though he looked calm and in control, his blue eyes constantly flickered to black. I guess Ray was scratching the surface; he wanted a piece of John.

"Uhm, sure, definitely," John answered, pretending to be in control. "We should have a drink."

Xavier handed Greyson the microphone.

"Evening everyone," Greyson greeted, "the dessert station is now open, and some delicious cakes and small desserts are waiting for everyone."

Greyson turned to Xavier, scrunched his eyebrows, and then nodded his head before he continued.

"Also, you are welcome to watch the rest of the acrobat show and what they have to offer, and later, Ms. Raven Harvey, the famous pop singer, will be closing the night for us!"

Raven Harvey was the new flavor sensation, and everyone couldn't wait for her performance. When the guest heard that she was performing next, they went wild, and a couple of screams echoed through the hotel.

John had arranged for the singer. And now that I think of it, she didn't fit into the theme. I guess it must have been a last-minute arrangement. He must have been worried about how, if their plan didn't work unexpectedly, he could divert the situation. Well, it worked perfectly.

We went back to the dressing room to change our clothes.

My gaze moved over Xavier, and I noticed that he looked a bit intoxicated. Others might not see it, but I did.

He entered the dressing room, yet he kept on leaning against the wall or holding onto something to keep him up.

Once inside the dressing room, Xavier collapsed weakly into a chair with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Are you alright?" I asked and knelt next to him, "How are you feeling? Do you want me to call the doctor?"

Xavier suddenly opened his eyes, and they were bloodshot.

He stared at me and gritted his teeth, and a small smile followed on his lips.

"Are you in pain?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"Doctors will not be able to help me," he answered. "They will not be as useful as you."

"Huh?" I asked, and I stared blankly at Xavier for a moment.

He diverted his eyes, and I followed his gaze, seeing the huge bulge pressing against his trousers.

I suddenly understood what he meant and turned away immediately, feeling my face flustered.

"John drugged you?" I asked.

"Seems so," Xavier answered, annoyed.

"Xavier, we can't do it here..." I started to panic. If it was the same drug Rose gave me, we would be busy the whole night, and there would be no stopping.

"I know," he simply replied.

Looking at Xavier's painful expression, I wanted to help but found that I couldn't do anything.

I simply stood with my back to him, grabbed a coat, and covered my body. I didn't dare to move. I was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself just because of my small movements. It made us both miserable.

Xavier got up and walked to the closet, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"I won't touch you now," Xavier said in a teasing voice, "but I will definitely do so later."

I wanted to argue, but I couldn't.

Xavier opened the closet, picked up something to wear, and returned to the bathroom to get dressed.

When he returned, he looked better.

I sighed in relief.

John's plan didn't succeed tonight, and he was exposed on the spot, which made him very angry.

The appearance of pop star Raven Harvey undoubtedly added a lot of color to our engagement party.

John succeeded in diverting everyone's attention, yet what he and Rose did could no longer be ignored, and people started to ask questions...