Having mingled in the entertainment industry for years, Nicholas Croft knew full well that something had been added to this bottle of red wine. He raised his hand, his slender finger pressing at his temple, exerting pressure with fingertips as he massaged, hoping the pain would stimulate him to stay awake.
His hazy eyes looked at Hannah Hargrave, whose cheeks were already flushed, and he felt even more certain.
He had been "entangled" with Hannah for three years; the media had extensively portrayed them as a couple. The reason he hadn't clarified was because her presence had indeed helped shield him from a lot of trouble.
If it weren't for Hannah, his "girlfriend," always being by his side, who knows how many pests would cling to him.
Nicholas Croft thought this mutually beneficial relationship would continue, at least until Sophie Foster returned—he didn't want to break it. Yet, what he hadn't anticipated was that a renowned producer would resort to such low tactics.
