Captivation: Want Nothing But You Chapter 130

Captivation Want Nothing But You by Adolf Dunne

The second Rachel stepped into the living room, a gust of wind blew past her. Night had fallen, clouds
were looming in the sky, and she could hear the sound of rumbling thunder. Lukas asked with concern,
“Ma’am, are you alright?” “Huh?” Rachel sounded confused. “Why do you ask? I’m fine.”

‘Aside from being flummoxed by Victor’s behavior today,’ she thought to herself. Upon noticing that she
was acting like her usual self, Lukas was relived. “That’s good to hear. By the way, Miss Bennet, what
would you like for dinner tonight? I’ll ask the chef to prepare it for you.” “I’m good with whatever you
decide.

I’m a little tired, Lukas. I’m heading upstairs to take a nap first,” she replied. Lukas nodded, and Rachel
went upstairs to her bedroom to catch some sleep. She didn’t wake up until it was nine in the evening. At
this time, Lukas knocked on her door. “Ma’am, are you awake?” he asked. “I am.” Rachel got up to open
the door.

“Is dinner ready?” With a gentle smile, Lukas replied, “It’s already nine, ma’am. I didn’t want to disturb
your sleep, but dinner has already gotten cold. I’ll ask the cook to prepare another batch for you.”
“Thanks, Lukas.” “Oh, and ma’am? Would you like to have dinner here in your room or go downstairs in
the dining room?” Lukas asked. Rachel was a bit surprised to finally realize that the bodyguards outside
her door were now gone.

Suddenly, it dawned on her that she didn’t see them when she went back to her bedroom a few hours
ago either. Noticing her confusion, Lukas explained, “Mr. Sullivan said that as long as you’re well
behaved, you can leave your room as you please, but you may not leave the Sue Garden’s premises.”
‘He wants me to behave?

That’s ironic coming from him.



Well, at least I now have more space to move around. I’m glad my tolerance of his overbearing attitude
today wasn’t for nothing.’ With that in mind, she adjusted her mood and nodded at Lukas. 1 “I’ll go
downstairs to have dinner in a bit,” she said. “Very well, ma’am,” Lukas replied. “I’ll head to the kitchen
and tell the cook to prepare your dinner at once. For the time being, you can rest a little
longer.” Afterwards, he went back to the kitchen to tell the kitchen staff to prepare Rachel’s dinner.

Meanwhile, she stood at her door, pondering for a moment before closing the door again. She walked
back to her bed, sat on it, picked up her phone, and looked for Andy’s number. Victor only permitted her
to move freely within the Sue Garden, but she knew that he wouldn’t allow her to leave the place that
easily.

Once Quintin had located the prison Abby was hidden in, Rachel must figure out how to get her out of
Apliaria as soon as possible. Rachel didn’t have much time left to spare, so she couldn’t just sit here and
do nothing. 2 Seconds later, she dialed Andy’s number. Meanwhile, in the Crown Club, the manager
walked over, stared at the door of the room, and spoke to the waiter guarding the door. “Is Mr. Sullivan
still in there?”

The waiter nodded his head. Because of that, the manager frowned, uncertain of what he should do.
“Should we call a doctor? What if something bad happens?” The waiter got worried as well. Both of them
knew that if something were to happen to Victor in here, the whole club would suffer the consequences.
“But Mr. Sullivan gave strict orders not to allow anyone to enter the room,” the manager said with a sigh.
“We’ll have to wait and see what happens.

I’ll call Mr. Scott and inform him of the situation. In the meantime, keep an eye on him. If anything
happens, report to me immediately.” After that, the manager glanced at the door again, took out his
phone, and went back to the lobby. When the manager called, Carson was inside his car, waiting for
someone. He was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel every now and then, and his eyes were
locked on the entrance of the office building nearby.



“What’s up?” Carson answered the call while turning off the music. “Mr. Scott, I’m really sorry for
bothering you at this time of the night, but we really don’t know what to do anymore,” said the manager in
an anxious tone. “Mr. Sullivan is here in the club tonight. Our employee found him looking very
exhausted. He doesn’t look very well. We’ve thought about calling him a doctor, but he refused to allow
anyone to enter the room.

He’s been in there for hours, and we haven’t heard anything from him.” 1 Upon hearing that, Carson
knitted his brows. ‘This is rare. Why is Victor drinking alone?” he thought to himself. “If he told you not to
enter the room, I’d advise you to do as you’re told.” Carson glanced at his watch, and then at the
entrance of the building. There was still no one coming out. He was the revered son of the Scott family.
People normally waited for him, but now, he was here, waiting for a woman who had been late for over
twenty minutes, and still hadn’t shown up!

If it weren’t for the important documents in her possession, he wouldn’t have waited for her this long As
those thoughts troubled Carson, it infuriated him even more. “But, sir… It’s been two hours since we last
heard from Mr. Sullivan! I’m afraid that something might’ve happened to him. We’re too afraid of breaking
in without his permission. But I think he wouldn’t mind if you go in to check on him.” ‘Is that so?’ Carson
thought to himself.

A smile appeared on his lips. The manager really believed that Carson and Victor were that close.
Although he was a good friend of Victor’s, he still had to watch his behavior around him, for he knew just
how capricious Victor could be. ‘If I were to break in, I wouldn’t even be able to ask him if he’s alright.
Victor will probably throw me out of the room, and then the next day, he’ll exile me from the country if
he’s that pissed off!

It’s not like this kind of thing hasn’t happened before.

I’m just smart enough not to piss Victor off. He’s clearly not in the mood to speak to anyone. Besides, I
have a more pressing mater to deal with right now,’ Carson said to himself. “I’m busy,” he said to the



manager. At this point, the manager was at a loss for words. Moments ago, he held onto hope that
Carson would be able to help them. Suddenly, the waiter ran to the manager’s side, and said to him, “I
just heard a sound of something falling to the ground from inside, sir!

Do you think Mr. Sullivan passed out or something?” The manager’s heart started racing. Carson
managed to hear the waiter from the other end of the line. He stopped tapping on the steering wheel,
and thought of a person. “I think there’s someone else who might be able to help,” Carson said to the
manager.

“Truly, Mr. Scott?” Hope returned to the manager’s heart upon hearing Carson say that. Knock! Knock!
Knock! At this time, someone knocked on Carson’s car window. He held his phone’s receiver, looked out
the window, and saw a woman standing outside. ‘She’s finally here,’ he thought. Carson rolled down the
window.

The manager waited for a while, but he still hadn’t heard him speak, so he called out to Carson, “Mr.
Scott?” “Yes, I’m here.” Carson glanced at the woman and smiled. “Who is this ‘someone?” asked the
manager.

“Oh, you already know who she is.” As Carson spoke, he opened the door and got out of the car. He put
one of his hands in his pocket, stared at the woman in front of him, and continued, “Mr. Sullivan’s ex-wife,
Rachel.”

The manager’s face turned grim. Once more, his hopeful heart was broken. “But, Mr. Scott!” Before he
could even finish talking, Carson hung up on him. When the waiter saw the disappointed look on the
manager’s face, he asked, “What’s wrong with Mr. Sullivan’s ex-wife?” Right after the waiter said that, the
manager received a message. It was a message from Carson, containing Rachel’s phone number.


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