Chapter 535

Lena pouted, "I had no idea the Harrisons would find out I pushed Clover. After they kicked me out, they wouldn't let me back in. They've beefed up security, and now I can't get in anymore."

The man on the other end of the line was clearly irritated. "I need to hang up now. Losing your black card was bad enough. What if the Harrisons trace it back to me? Lena, you know I can't have my identity exposed right now. If it gets out, I'm as good as dead!"

He angrily ended the call, and Josefina stealthily crept back, terrified of being caught.

...

Meanwhile, outside the restroom.

The lackey finally sensed something was off and tried to open the door, but Oliver blocked him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? And you said you weren't eyeing my wife!"

Oliver's fist collided with the lackey's face, leaving him dazed.

Inside, Josefina's pre-recorded voice echoed, "Ugh, my stomach's killing me. Must've been the booze at the casino. It hurts so bad."

The lackey, hearing Josefina's voice continue, remained skeptical. "How long can one person take a dump?" he thought, refusing to believe it.

Fuming, he covered his nose, and when he pulled his hand away, it was smeared with blood. "Son of a― you dare hit me?!"

Oliver, a man of few words but decisive action, landed another punch. "Hit you? Damn right, I hit you. What's this about daring?"

The lackey, humiliated and furious, retorted, "That damn woman isn't really in the toilet, is she? What's your game?"

"You deaf or something? Can't you hear my wife talking?" Oliver shot back.

As the lackey wiped the blood from his nose, gearing up to take on Oliver, the restroom door swung open.

"Will you all shut it! Can't a girl get some peace in the loo?"

Seeing Josefina emerge, Oliver breathed a sigh of relief. They exchanged a

knowing glance and left the lackey behind, walking out together.

Josefina stormed into the office of a man with a scruffy beard, fuming, "That guy's a sleaze, trying to bust into the restroom. Lucky I got up when I did."

The bearded man was taken aback, then speechless at the sight of the lackey walking in with a bloody, swollen face.

"Boss, this broad was in the john forever."

Josefina snapped back, "So what? Is it a crime to take a long bathroom break now?

I ate your food and got sick. I seriously suspect there's something wrong with it."

The lackey, defiant, argued, "Impossible, our food can't be bad."

No sooner had he spoken than another lackey from downstairs rushed in, blurting out, "Boss, Dorian, we've got trouble. A bunch of customers downstairs are getting sick, saying there's something wrong with our drinks."

Josefina quickly retorted, "See? It's not just me feeling sick. Other patrons are unwell, all with stomach issues!"

At this revelation, the bearded man furrowed his brows, and the lackey fell silent.

Clutching her stomach, Josefina pleaded, "Honey, please take me to the hospital. I need to get checked out, my stomach hurts so bad."

Seeing her distress, Oliver's face turned fierce. "I'm taking my wife to the hospital right now. If this turns out to be serious, I'll sue the pants off you guys! See you in court!"

With that, Oliver scooped Josefina up in his arms and strode out.

Josefina was startled; this wasn't in the script!

She kept quiet, not wanting to give away the ruse.

Oliver, visibly pleased with himself, carried Josefina out. As they passed the door attendant, Oliver stumbled slightly, tilting toward him.

"Whoa there, cowboy! You trying to drop me or what?" Josefina exclaimed.