Captivation: Want Nothing But You Chapter 131

Captivation Want Nothing But You by Adolf Dunne

The manager, Dwayne, stared down at his phone with a dull expression. He pulled his mouth into a thin
line then nibbled on his bottom lip. He didn’t know how to explain to the waiter what kind of person Mr.
Sullivan’s ex-wife was. He supposed he could start with the fact that she was the daughter of the Bennet
family.

It didn’t help that he didn’t know much about her as a person. The only knowledge he had of her was
what he’d heard from the rumors circulating through the upper-class. But one thing he knew for sure was
that Mr. Sullivan didn’t like Rachel, and that Rachel had done a lot of crazy and scandalizing things.

The most recent gossip on her was that she had bashed someone over the head with a wine bottle. The
manager gritted his teeth, trying to convince himself to make the call. But in the end, he couldn’t. He
turned to the waiter and held out the phone. “You call Miss Bennet and ask her to come.” He didn’t give
the waiter a chance to disagree. He pushed the phone into his hand and left, leaving the waiter to stare
down at Rachel’s number with a dazed expression.

After a while, he dialed it. Rachel had just hung up the phone after arranging a meeting date with Andy.
She tossed her phone onto her bedside table and headed towards the bathroom to take a shower. She
was hungry, and wanted to wash up before she went to get something to eat. But she couldn’t have
taken more than two steps before her phone rang. She turned her head to glance over her shoulder at
the number displayed on the screen. It was an unknown caller.

Who on earth would be calling her at this hour? There were a very select few people who knew her
personal phone number. She declined the call and turned towards the bathroom again. Her phone
immediately started ringing. She groaned in the back of her throat and looked over at the screen. It was
the same number as before.



She had a feeling that whoever was calling her would persist until she answered. Rachel hesitated for a
second longer before she picked up. “Hello, who’s speaking?” “Excuse my calling at this hour, but… Is
this Miss Rachel Bennet speaking?” the waiter said after he glanced briefly at the name on the
manager’s phone.

He wanted to be as respectful as possible in this situation. Rachel frowned. “This is Rachel Bennet
speaking. How can I help you?” She could have sworn she heard the caller heave a sigh of relief when
he heard her name. “Miss Bennet, I’m terribly sorry to bother you. This is the Crown Club calling.”

The waiter paused and took a deep breath to calm his racing heart. He’d rehearsed this in his head
multiple times. All he had to do was repeat it out loud. In a slow, measured voice he said, “Mr. Sullivan is
here drinking. He’s been here for a couple of hours now, and usually that wouldn’t bother us. But he
looks haggard and uncomfortable. He won’t let anyone else enter the room, and we are starting to get
worried about him.” 2 ‘Victor is uncomfortable?

Has something happened to him?’ Whatever it was, she was sure it didn’t have anything to do with her.
“We first called Mr. Scott. He gave us your name and number and told us to call you, Miss Bennet. He
said…” the waiter trailed off and nibbled his lip. After a moment of careful consideration he said, “He said
you were the only one who would be able to get through to Mr. Sullivan.”

The corners of Rachel’s mouth twitched as if she couldn’t decide whether she wanted to smile or
grimace. She would have liked to think she’d heard wrong, but she knew that was impossible. How was
she the only person who could get through to him? What made those people think she was willing to go
to the Crown Club for that man?

And even if she did go, she was almost certain that Victor would throw her out the room as soon as he
saw her. “Miss Bennet?” the waiter said when she remained silent. “Is he really uncomfortable?” Rachel
asked as she sat down daintily on the edge of the bed.

“Yes.” “How uncomfortable is he really? Does he look like he’s dying?” Rachel asked.



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The waiter blinked in confusion.

He couldn’t understand why Rachel was asking these types of questions. He wanted to put the phone
down, but he immediately thought back to the manager’s order to get Rachel to the club as soon as
possible; even if that meant entertaining Rachel’s odd questions. “Mr. Sullivan locked himself in the room
two hours ago. We haven’t heard any noise from inside, aside from something falling just now.” It
sounded like Victor really was in some kind of trouble. But it was not her problem, and she had nothing to
do with it.

There was a saying that said when one’s enemy was ill, it was the best time to take them down. While
Rachel knew she wasn’t that vicious and vindictive, she thought it couldn’t hurt to give him a little push in
the right direction. “Sounds serious,” Rachel said in mock concern. If the waiter had been able to see her
face, he’d have seen the sinister smile on her lips, and the cold light twinkling in her eyes. “So, are you
coming to help him?”

the waiter asked, hopeful that she was going to swoop in and save the day. But then just like that, his
hopes were dashed when Rachel said, “Unfortunately I’m busy at the moment and can’t come and help. I
guess you’ll just have to find someone else.” Without giving the waiter a chance to answer, Rachel hung
up. The waiter stood dead still with the phone pressed against his ear and his mouth half open.

The steady beeping of the line was the only thing that eventually dragged him back to his senses. “So?”
the manager asked when he saw the waiter had finished on the phone. “Is Miss Bennet coming to fetch
Mr. Sullivan?” Slowly, the waiter turned to look at the manager. He stiffly shook his head. “Miss Bennet
said that… That she’s busy.”

The manager stared at the waiter in shock. Rachel held her phone loosely in her hand and headed to the
bathroom. Before the call, she’d wanted to take a shower, but now a bath felt more appropriate. She had
just turned on the taps when she suddenly had a wondrous idea.



Seeing as Victor wasn’t feeling well, she wondered if she’d be able to take advantage of his weakened
state and ask for something. Like… Her freedom? Rachel pouted as she looked down at her phone. She
wondered what chance she had of making an honorable deal with that bastard. She unlocked her phone
and went back into the call log

The most recent call was from Crown Club. The one under that was from Andy.

She’d arranged a meeting with him for the day after tomorrow. Now that she had freedom to move
around in Sue Garden, she had planned to climb over the wall and escape to the meeting But that plan
was still too risky. If she was caught, Victor would be more suspicious than ever.

If there was a chance she could find an easier solution, then surely that was something worth fighting for.
Rachel stood silently staring at her phone as she mentally made a list of all the pros and cons of the
situation. Then she gave a small shake of her head and quickly pulled on the clothes she’d already
removed. She clutched her phone and headed towards her bedroom

She snatched up her coat and threw open the bedroom door, only to find Lukas was already standing
there with his fist raised to knock. His eyes darted from her face to the coat in her hand, and then he
asked, “Miss Bennet, are you heading out?”

“Yes.” “Miss Bennet, you know Mr. Sullivan permits you to only walk within Sue Garden. If you want to
leave…” Lukas’ tone became more serious, and a small frown played on the corners of his lips. “Lukas.
I’m going to fetch him,” Rachel said seriously. “Mr. Sullivan?” Lukas asked in confusion.

Rachel nodded. When Lukas still didn’t look convinced she added, “If you don’t believe me, you can
have the driver follow me.” “No, please don’t misunderstand what I’m saying. I’m just worried about you
going out by yourself this late at night,” Lukas explained. Rachel gave a faint smile. While Lukas
sounded convincing enough, she knew he was only worried that she would make trouble for herself and
everyone else if she left.



She couldn’t blame him really, not after she’d pushed Alicia into the lake in front of everyone. “Will you
please ask the driver to take me to him in that case?” Rachel said pleasantly. “Okay,” Lukas said
obediently and turned to look for the driver. Rachel leaned her shoulder against the doorframe and
watched his retreating form. She looked like she was in no great hurry, and like she was content to wait
for as long as she needed. Then she suddenly had a thought. “Lukas,” she called out to him. 2 “Yes?”

“Would you please also ask the kitchen staff to prepare some soup to cure a hangover?” Rachel casually
asked. This was enough to tell Lukas that Mr. Sullivan was probably drunk. Lukas nodded slowly and
said softly, as if he were telling her a secret, “Mr. Sullivan has serious stomach problems.

He’s had gastritis since he was a child. I still remember he was always in hospital during middle school
because of his ulcer. I have no doubt that he’s going to have terrible stomachache when you fetch him.
His medicine is in the car if he needs it. Drinking aggravates the ulcer, especially if he’s been drinking on
an empty stomach.”

This was the first time Rachel was hearing about Victor’s stomach problem. And drinking on an empty
stomach would give him terrible stomach ache? She never would have guessed this by the way he’d
been forcing her to drink with him up on the rooftop that night. ‘I don’t think it would be a bad thing if he
died of stomach ache. The world would be rid of one more evil person,’ Rachel thought, pursing her lips.


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