ra couldn''t help but chuckle, "Do you even know who Dn is?"


    Naomi blushed, realizing she had been caught up in Quinn''s wild schemes, actually thinking Dn might have an interest in Quinn. "I... I... ra, please, Quinn is your sister after all. Can you check on her?"


    ra took a deep breath, ncing at Johnny, who was lying on the bed, looking anxious. "This is thest time. I''m not going to keep cleaning up messes for fools." Naomi''s face flushed with embarrassment, but she kept quiet this time.


    ra quickly found out which hotel they were at and headed out, making a call to Dn as she drove. Knowing Dn''s ruthless reputation, she was genuinely afraid that if she got there toote, Quinn might be in real danger. It was pretty clear Quinn had tried to drug him.


    Dn picked up, but his voice was urgent and shaky. "ra..."


    "Mr. Dn, I''m on my way. Please, don''t do anything to Quinn. The Bradford family will make things right. Just hold on."


    "ra, I... I''m feeling really dizzy."


    The drug had indeed taken its toll. ra was beyond worried; if anything happened to Dn because of this, it wouldn''t just be her in hot water-the entire Bradford family would be in jeopardy. What made Quinn think she could ever catch Dn''s eye?


    Rushing up the elevator, ra found Quinn curled up in the hallway, covered in blood and sobbing. Seeing Quinn alive was a relief; at least Johnny wouldn''t have to deal with a tragedy.


    Without even sparing Quinn a nce, ra pushed open the door, missing the sheer terror in Quinn''s eyes. "Mr. Dn."


    As ra stepped inside, a powerful force yanked her in. "Mr. Dn..."


    Dn pinned her against the door, his lips crashing onto hers, his hands moving swiftly, crossing lines.


    Fear shot through ra, and she instinctively pped him hard. The sound echoed throughout the room.


    Dn turned his head to the side, silent now, his movements halted. ra''s heart raced as she quickly moved away and flicked on the lights.


    The room was a disaster-bloodstains here and there, and an overpowering scent of incense lingered. Dn leaned against the door, his head hung low, deep in thought.


    ra spotted the gun on the coffee table, realizing Dn had indeed considered killing Quinn but hadn''t followed through. "Mr. Dn, it''s ra. You''re not yourself right now, but I know you''re better than falling for such a cheap trap. That p was necessary, and when you''re back to normal, I''ll take whatever you decide."


    Dn licked the blood from his lips, slowly lifting his gaze to meet hers. ra always felt there was a wild, untamed darkness inside him.


    Seeing him move toward her again, she quickly picked up the gun. "Don''te any closer."


    Her face wasposed, the gun loaded.


    Dn froze, standing still. ra didn''t want things to escte, but if she ended up tangled with Dn because of the drug, resigning and breaking up with Z would be next. She couldn''t let that happen.


    Dn hesitated for a moment, then took another step forward, "Are you really going to shoot?"