My Secret Billionaire Husband Chapter 2 - 2 2 Prepared a gift for you

Following their intimate encounter, the two made their way back toward the main hall.

Joanna’s complexion had turned ghostly pale, and she felt as if her heart were being brutally torn apart.

With shimmering tears in her eyes, she looked up and spotted David walking toward her, his arm firmly around Annie’s waist.

The sight of them drawing nearer caused her to panic, leading her to swiftly turn and flee.

*

Joanna felt disoriented; whether it was due to the lingering effects of the alcohol or something else, a wave of dizziness washed over her.

As she hurried along, she noticed several tall, formidable men dressed in black suits heading in her direction.

In her confusion, she accidentally collided with one of them.

Just as she started to offer an apology, the man seized her, declaring, “It’s her. We’ve found her. Take her immediately!”

What could he possibly mean by “it’s her”? Had they perhaps mistaken her for someone else?

Joanna struggled feebly, attempting to break free, but she possessed almost no strength left in her limbs.

Her head spun even more violently, and her vision began to blur into total darkness…

*

On the floor housing the presidential suite, the elevator doors slid open.

An exceptionally handsome man stepped out, flanked by a retinue of bodyguards and staff from the hotel.

He radiated an intimidating aura, possessing sharp, refined, and exquisite features.

Every aspect of his face was perfection, almost beyond any attempt at description.

Towering at 6’1″ or more, his physique surpassed even that of a high-fashion runway model.

He was dressed in a meticulously custom-made suit, featuring opulent platinum buttons adorning the cuffs and chest.

Under the glow of the crystal chandelier, these details caught the light, refracting a brilliant, eye-catching luster.

His black suit trousers hugged his long, straight legs perfectly.

He moved with a fluid elegance, and as he reached a suite, a bodyguard stepped forward to unlock the door.

The man entered, stripped off his necktie, and tossed it carelessly into a nearby closet.

He had only managed two paces inside when he felt an unnatural heat surging through his veins.

Click. The door was locked from the outside.

He froze, a frown knitting his brows, and he marched back to the door, attempting to force it open.

It remained firmly shut.

He tried pulling it again, but despite his efforts, the door would not budge.

His expression darkened, and simultaneously, his phone began to ring.

The caller ID flashed: Yannick Luther.

The moment he picked up, a mischievous voice echoed from the other end: “Ashton, we’ve prepared a unique gift for you to celebrate your return. Have you discovered it yet? Do you like what you see?”

A flash of fury crossed the handsome man’s face, his eyes narrowing into slits as he replied in a cool, magnetic tone: “What kind of game are you playing? Open this door.”

“Not a chance. Ashton, Frank and I made a wager tonight. If you manage to walk out while you’re like that, I’ll lose every cent I own.”

Another irritating voice interrupted: “Ashton, I have bet that you’ll manage to hold on. Pray, don’t fail me!”

The man’s face turned even grimmer.

After delivering those lines, they abruptly ended the call.

He tried calling back, but the other party had already switched off their device.

*

Ashton Heath stood before the bathroom, his expression utterly thunderous.

The unmistakable sound of running water emanated from within, signaling that someone was inside.

His lips curled into a cold, rigid smirk.

Pausing only for a heartbeat, he reached out and shoved the door open.

Coming to a sudden halt, he stared at the sight before him in utter disbelief.