Chapter 1081: Tit for Tat

Caroline lightly bit her lip. She needed to figure out where things went wrong. How could Theodore have rejected her? She'd thought he wanted more drinks; she’d heard he enjoyed drinking with women, which is why she'd brought the wine, hoping to cater to his preferences. Immediately regaining her composure, she spoke in a sweet, coquettish voice, "But we've finished all the wine."

"Tell the boss to send in some beers," Theodore ordered.

"Okay."

She rose, deliberately swaying her hips as she walked to the door to request more beer. The boss, obliging, quickly returned with two boxes. Caroline's eyes remained fixed ahead. If she finished all those beers, she'd be severely intoxicated—a fact she dared not mention. Theodore opened a can, pouring a glass for her and one for himself.

"Since there's nothing to do tonight, why don't you have a few more drinks with me?" he said, tapping her glass.

Caroline could only nod reluctantly. She drank heavily with Theodore, clinging to him constantly. He neither pushed her away nor responded. She almost stripped and climbed onto him, but Theodore seemed far more interested in the alcohol. Caroline was unraveling, nearing complete intoxication. Just as she was devising excuses to avoid drinking more, he said, "Let's each have two more cans and then go to bed."

Caroline shuddered, believing he meant to sleep with her. Embracing this possibility, she quickly opened two more cans. "If you want to drink, I will certainly accompany you to the end, even if it costs my life," she declared.

Theodore chuckled ambiguously. Caroline, enthusiastic, drained the beer, then felt her stomach churn and her vision blur.

"Mr. Wold, may I use your restroom?"

"Go ahead."

Caroline hurried into the bathroom. The sound of her vomiting followed. Theodore sneered, then stood and walked to the door. Samson stood waiting, deferential.

"Mr. Wold."

"In the bathroom, get her out," Theodore said with disgust.

"Yes."

"Where is Little Bunny?"

"She's still there."

"If she's harmed in any way, I'll skin you."

Fear gripped Samson. How could he have allowed Little Bunny to be vulnerable? He’d specifically warned her to be cautious before he arrived. He rushed to the bathroom to find Caroline, unconscious and lying on the toilet.

He helped her up. Caroline, disoriented, mistook him for Theodore. "Mr. Wold, I'm not drunk…" she mumbled.

Samson was speechless. Caroline's attempt to outdrink Theodore, an accomplished drinker, had backfired spectacularly.

Samson removed Caroline. This entire scheme—Caroline's intoxication and subsequent removal—was orchestrated by Samson and Theodore to achieve Little Bunny's goal. When Theodore received Samson's call, he was in the bathroom while Caroline cleaned the table and prepared a late-night snack. He intended to dismiss Caroline after finishing in the bathroom, but Little Bunny's request changed his plans; he allowed her to stay, then got her drunk. He later instructed Samson to retrieve her.

Samson took her to the strange man's room. Drunk and disoriented, Caroline had no idea where she was or with whom she was sleeping. Samson took her to the bathroom, waiting for Little Bunny before making the exchange.

After about half an hour, the room door creaked open. Someone entered. Samson watched from the doorway as the room lit up, revealing Little Bunny, unsteady on her feet, supported by Caroline's agent. The agent deposited Little Bunny on the bed, smirked, and left, turning off the lights as she closed the door.

Once the room was quiet, Little Bunny rose. Samson carried Caroline out of the bathroom, whispering, "Miss Little Bunny."

"Where's Caroline?"

"She's drunk. I'll put her on the bed, and then we'll leave."

"Okay."

Though she doubted Samson's help, she was grateful. After he placed Caroline on the bed, they heard a noise outside; a man was returning to the room. Little Bunny and Samson quickly hid in the bathroom.

The man entered without turning on the light, fumbling towards the bed, likely to avoid waking anyone. He climbed onto the bed, becoming excited, embracing and engaging with whoever was there.

The ensuing scene was intense. Little Bunny couldn't see but heard heavy breathing. Samson attached a miniature night vision camera to the wall before whispering, "Let's go."

Little Bunny nodded. Samson opened a bathroom window. Fortunately, it was only the second floor, making the escape relatively easy. He climbed out and down silently, then helped Little Bunny down.

As soon as they landed, they felt a cold stare. Theodore stood there, darkly angry, eyes flashing. Samson released Little Bunny. Theodore, seething, walked away without a word. Though he knew Samson had to catch Little Bunny to prevent her injury, his rage was uncontainable. He longed to maim Samson.