Chapter 120
"I was immature before and had many conflicts with you. Let me apologize with this drink—please forgive me." Vivian's voice was sickeningly sweet as she thrust the glass toward Elizabeth, leaving no room for refusal.
Elizabeth looked up, seeing the barely concealed excitement and malice in her eyes, and sneered inwardly.
She had already planned to take the glass, then distract Vivian and return it to her, letting her suffer the consequences of her own scheme.
Just as her fingertips were about to touch the cold glass—
"Ms. Windsor, what a coincidence." A deep, elegant male voice with a distinctive magnetism suddenly rang out nearby.
Elizabeth and Vivian both turned to look.
Sawyer had appeared at the garden entrance without anyone noticing.
He wasn't wearing formal attire today, but rather a casual light gray cashmere sweater and black pants, with a matching coat over them. This outfit made him less sharp than in business settings and more relaxed and casual, though his innate nobility and aloofness remained undiminished.
His appearance was like a stone dropped into a calm lake, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
The chattering girls fell silent one after another, curiously and admiringly sizing up this extraordinarily refined stranger.
Vivian's eyes lit up! This man had so much more appeal than Henry!
And seemed more gentle and elegant than Jacob? Who was he? How did he know Elizabeth?
A flash of surprise crossed Elizabeth's eyes too. Sawyer? Why was he here? After the DNA test, shouldn't he have confirmed she wasn't the person he was looking for? Was he still not giving up? Or did he have other motives?
Sawyer seemed oblivious to the various looks around him and walked straight toward them.
His gaze paused on Vivian's face for a moment with an appraising look, then settled on Elizabeth, his lips curved in a polite but distant smile, "I heard Ms. Windsor was having a small gathering here, so I took the liberty of dropping by. I hope I'm welcome?"
"Mr. Scott, you're too kind," Elizabeth quickly composed herself and stood up, responding gracefully. "It's just a small party my sisters are throwing for fun. I didn't expect Mr. Scott to grace us with your presence. This is my sister, Vivian."
She smoothly introduced them, also wanting to see what Sawyer was up to.
When Vivian heard "Mr. Scott" and noticed Elizabeth's polite but subtly distant attitude, she immediately judged that this man was someone important and that his relationship with Elizabeth might not be close.
She immediately put on an even more charming smile, her voice dripping with sweetness, "So you're Mr. Scott—I've heard so much about you! I'm Vivian, Elizabeth's sister. It's truly an honor to have Mr. Scott here."
As she spoke, she instinctively tried to offer Sawyer the glass without the drug to curry favor, but holding two glasses, she became a bit flustered.
Just then, Sawyer's gaze seemed to casually sweep over the glass Vivian was about to give Elizabeth, then glanced at Elizabeth's outstretched hand.
He suddenly stepped forward and, in an almost gentlemanly manner, naturally took the glass from Vivian's hand that was originally meant for Elizabeth.
"Thank you, Ms. Brown." Sawyer smiled slightly, his voice gentle. "I was just wanting to try something new."
His movement was smooth and natural, as if he were simply helping a lady with something or accepting a host's hospitality.
Vivian was caught completely off guard, watching helplessly as Sawyer took the heavily drugged drink. She nearly screamed in shock!
That drink was meant for Elizabeth! The drug was extremely potent—even a man probably couldn't handle it! What should she do?!
She wanted to stop him, but it was too late! Sawyer had already brought the glass to his lips, about to drink!
Elizabeth was also momentarily stunned, then a knowing and amused look flashed in her eyes.
Was Sawyer testing something, or was this genuine gentlemanly behavior?
Either way, this was going to be interesting.
In an instant, Elizabeth reacted quickly.
She smoothly took the other undrugged glass from Vivian's hand and raised it toward Sawyer with a smile, "Mr. Scott is too kind. This is Vivian's specialty. Please try it."
At the same time, she turned to the pale-faced Vivian, her tone somewhat considerate, "Vivian, Mr. Scott is an honored guest who's come from afar. Shouldn't you take good care of him? Mr. Scott is the heir to the Scott family in Italy—his status is distinguished, and we mustn't be negligent."
She deliberately emphasized Sawyer's identity, both to remind Vivian and to create trouble for Sawyer—to see if Vivian dared to drug the heir of The Scott family.
Sure enough, hearing the words "heir to the Scott family in Italy," Vivian's mind exploded with a buzzing sound! The Scott family in Italy?! That family rumored to have enormous power?! This man had such a prestigious status?!
The massive shock and a twisted ecstasy instantly overwhelmed her remaining rationality and panic! That bitch Elizabeth actually knew such a high-quality man?! She couldn't compete for Jacob, but this Sawyer seemed gentle and refined—perhaps easier to approach?
If she could latch onto Sawyer, wouldn't that be just as good as marrying Jacob? And judging by Elizabeth's attitude toward him, they didn't seem very close. Maybe she had a chance!
As for the drugged drink, Vivian steeled herself! Sawyer had already drunk it anyway, and when the drug took effect, he would definitely need relief!
When that happened, she would be the one to save him and conveniently sleep with him!
Once the deed was done, given Sawyer's status, he might marry her to save face! Even if he didn't marry her, she could still gain countless benefits!
Once this thought took hold, Vivian's gaze toward Sawyer instantly became heated and greedy, her previous panic replaced by a reckless excitement.
She immediately forced what she thought was her most seductive smile, moved closer to Sawyer, her voice syrupy, "Mr. Scott, how does the drink taste? Should I get you another one? Or perhaps we could go somewhere quieter over there and chat?"
She tried to take Sawyer's arm, wanting to lead him to the secluded room she had prepared in advance.
But the moment she approached, Sawyer's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
He had indeed only taken a small sip just now, but the instant the liquid entered his mouth, he detected an abnormal sweetness and stimulation that didn't belong in normal alcohol.
Immediately after, an unusual heat began spreading from his stomach throughout his limbs at an abnormally rapid pace!