Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler
Chapter 945

Chapter 945

Tracy's mind was hazy due as she had inhaled the hallucinogen.

She thought she saw several dazzling spotlights flickering outside the car, piercing through the windshield.

Trevor suddenly stopped moving, much to Tracy's dissatisfaction.

Immediately afterward, someone knocked on the glass window.

Trevor could hear someone shouting outside, but he and Tracy were so into their throes of passion that he did not pay attention to it.

The dissatisfaction with being interrupted caused Trevor's gloomy face to be even more annoyed. He casually picked up the suit underneath the seat and put it on Tracy, pressed her against his chest, then lowered the car window, ignoring the people outside.

'Get out!" he growled. "Don't disturb our affair!"

Click! Click!

To Trevor's surprise, there was a horde of reporters with their cameras as well as security guards holding electric batons outside the car.

Trevor paused for a breath, and there was a hint of shock in his anger.

Before he could say anything, a reporter rushed over and took a quick shot. Although Trevor was not often featured in magazines, his family's notable background would make any news about him priceless.

The security guard stopped Trevor from trying to close the window amid the shock. "Mister Jones, please get out of the car for inspection. We've received a report that you're armed, intending to harm Old Lady-"

"Who's the whistleblower? You must've made a mistake, so get the hell out of here!"

'Please show your invitation letter and get out of the car for inspection." The security guard said solemnly without giving Trevor a chance to explain.

The electric baton was pressed against Trevor's body. Trevor was ashenfaced with shock and was at a complete loss for words. When the bodyguard craned his neck to get a look in the car and saw a woman lying in his arms, he said, albeit with a little disgust, "Please also ask the young lady in your arms to get dressed. Take out her ID card and get out of the car together."

The cold air blew into the car through the window, dispelling the smelly odor and also fanning some sense back into Tracy. Alas, that consciousness was not enough to keep her fully awake.

Because of the drug's effect, she did not care about the media and security guards present at all.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Trevor quickly picked up his coat, pressed Tracy's head into his arms, and cursed lowly, wanting to drive out of the place.

However, an eagle-eyed reporter took the opportunity to recognize Tracy's face and gave her a close-up.

"Oh my goodness. It's Miss Atherton!"

"I heard that her father just died, yet she's here with Mister Jones?!"

"Yeah. She even gave her grandma an art forgery as a birthday gift. How low could she go?"

Tracy wriggling herself and wantonly seeking pleasure from Trevor's body were all recorded by the reporters' cameras, yet she was completely lost to it all.

All she was thinking was to get pregnant with Cedrick so Catelyn would be in great pain again.

The birthday banquet continued until 3 a.m. before it came to an end.