<h4>Chapter 50: Not Yours to Touch</h4>


    Anna’s POV


    My lips twitched with the effort not to smile. Trust Catherine toe charging to my defense like an avenging angel in heels.


    Lucy immediately pivoted to her favorite role the victim. "Catherine, I’m just here with Jack," she said, eyes widening in feigned innocence.


    "Charity events like this are meant for established families-it’s not my ce as a young woman to take the lead."


    Her friends closed ranks around her.


    "Miss Murphy, everyone knows you’re close with Anna Shaw," one of them said, indignation coloring her voice.


    "Even if you want to stand up for her, you shouldn’t bully Lucy."


    "That’s right," another added. "Anna is already divorced from Jack Simpson, and Jack is going to marry Lucy. Lucy is your cousin’s future wife, after all.Did you donate money?"


    I watched Catherine fold her arms across her chest, her expression one of pure disdain. Someone from the crowd, apparently checking the donation disy, whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear:


    "Catherine’s name is actually on the list—she donated $80,000."


    Lucy and her friends fell silent.


    Catherine didn’t miss a beat. "People who haven’t donated a cent should keep their mouths shut. Who are you to judge how much others give? Even if someone donated just ten dors, it’s not for your nasty mouth toment on."


    I bit the inside of my cheek to keep fromughing as Lucy’s group retreated, thoroughly chastened.


    Walking forward, I ced a hand on Catherine’s arm, giving it a grateful squeeze before making introductions.


    "Ms. Butler, may I introduce Catherine Murphy? Catherine, this is Jasmine Butler."


    "I’ve heard so much about you, Ms. Butler," Catherine said, her business instincts immediately kicking in. "If you have any profitable venturesing up, would you keep me in mind?"


    I smiled indulgently at my friend’s directness. "Our Miss Murphy only loves two things: freedom and investment."


    Jasmine seemed more amused than put off by Catherine’s straightforwardness.


    "Next time I have a project suitable for you, Miss Murphy, I promise you’ll be the first to know."


    I watched as Jasmine Butler slid into her ck Bentley, the driver closing the door with practiced precision. The cool evening air felt refreshing against my skin after the stuffy atmosphere of the g. Around us, a parade of luxury vehicles rolled through the circr driveway, valets rushing between them with keys jangling in their hands.


    As her car pulled away, I exhaled deeply, feeling the tension finally drain from my body. I turned to Catherine, wrapping an arm around her waist and leaning against her slightly.


    "Thanks, babe." My voice came out in a near-whisper, fatigue suddenly washing over me. "I owe you dinner for that save back there with Lucy."


    Catherine’s shoulder bumped mine yfully, but I could sense something different in her demeanor—a subtle undercurrent of restlessness that wasn’t typically there.


    "Don’t mention it. Besides, I genuinely want to work with Jasmine too. I’m not getting any younger, and I can’t just keep floating around doing nothing forever." Her tone aimed for casual, but missed the mark by inches.


    I straightened up, studying her face in the soft glow of the exterior lighting.


    "What’s going on? Did your parents say something?"


    Catherine held up two fingers, a sh of irritation crossing her features.


    "Marriage or career, pick one." A defiant snort escaped her. "Are they kidding? What’s so great about marriage? Unless I find a man who makes me want to say yes willingly, nobody’s forcing me into anything."


    I nodded, a surge of admiration rising in my chest. "So you chose career.


    Good for you."


    "I’m serious-if you’re going after the Skke District, count me in." Her eyes locked onto mine with surprising intensity.


    My heart warmed at her offer, but caution tempered my reaction.


    "We can do that," I said after a thoughtful pause, "but we should sign a proper agreement. Business is business, even between friends."


    Catherine rolled her eyes, waving dismissively. "Fine, fine, whatever you say. I’ll set up thepany right away so my parents and Simon can stop nagging me."


    That caught me off guard. "What does Simon have to do with you starting apany?"


    She sighed, frustration radiating from her in waves. "That little brat’s getting too big for his britches, wants to follow Uncle Marcus’s footsteps and build his own empire overseas. He’s trying to dump Murphy Global in myp." She shook her head, lips pressed into a tight line. "But in this economic climate, what’s he going to aplish out there?"


    I waited, sensing there was more.


    "Besides, I’m not like you, Anna." Her voice dropped, vulnerability seeping through the cracks of her usual confident facade. "I don’t have the confidence to take over Murphy Global. If anything went wrong under my watch, I’d be the family disgrace forever."


    "You know me-I’m used to my freedom," she continued, her eyes reflecting a yearning I recognized all too well. "I just want a smallpany to y with, and someone to manage it for me. Meanwhile, I can do whatever I want, go wherever I please."


    "Alright, call me when you’re ready," I said, giving her arm a gentle squeeze.


    "’ll help you figure it out."


    She smiled, the tension in her shoulders visibly easing. A ck Escde pulled up, and her driver stepped out, nodding respectfully in our direction.


    "That’s my ride," Catherine said, suppressing a yawn. "Time to call it a night."


    We exchanged quick goodbyes, and I watched as she climbed into the SUV and disappeared into the night traffic of Skyview City.


    Turning back toward the g, I decided to make a final round of goodbyes.


    As I walked past a private lounge area, a strong hand suddenly shot out from the doorway, grabbing my wrist and pulling me inside with surprising force. The door mmed shut behind me with a loud bang, the sound echoing in the small space.


    My heart lurched into my throat, adrenaline flooding my system. I whirled around, ready to defend myself, when my eyes locked with a familiar pair.


    "You?" I blurted out.


    Samuel’s POV


    "You’re still here?" I asked irritably, bracing one hand against the wall, effectively caging her between my body and the wallpaper. I knew I reeked of alcohol and sweat, but the uncontroble fire coursing through my body was far worse.


    Seeing Anna pressed against the wall trying to escape gave me a twisted sense of satisfaction.


    "When I leave is none of your business, Mr. Griffin," she responded, feigningposure though her pulse visibly raced at her throat.


    "You really are... asking for trouble," I managed through gritted teeth, fighting against the raging inferno inside me. I could feel veins pulsing at my temples, my vision swimming with need.


    Her eyes narrowed, scanning my face.


    "Are you drunk or have you been... drugged?"


    The question cut through my haze momentarily. Drugged? The possibility hadn’t even urred to me, but it made sense.


    I didn’t want to admit I’d been caught off guard, but I was in too much difort to maintain the pretense.


    I’d only intended to grab a random server to help relieve my condition, nning to pay them off generously afterward. Never did I expect to pull in Anna Shaw of all people.


    I forced my face into a casual, flirtatious expression. "That’s right, Ms. Shaw. I’m in quite a state, and since you’ve interrupted my ns, perhaps you could be a good Samaritan?" I blew gently on her ear, deliberately provocative despite the way my lungs burned for oxygen.


    "I’m sorry, Mr. Griffin, but I’ve never been much for charity work. You’ll need to find someone else," she tried to push me away, but I didn’t budge.


    Though I’d cultivated the image of just yboy, my chest and arms possessed genuine strength. I looked her up and down shamelessly: "Finding someone else wouldn’t be nearly as exciting as you, Ms. Shaw. With looks like yours, anyone would be tempted."


    I moved closer to her ear, my burning lips almost touching her earlobe: "I told you before, I’m interested in you."


    The moment those words left my mouth, a searing pain shot up from my groin. I doubled over, clutching myself, my face instantly turning dark as agony exploded through my lower body. "You... you bitch..." The pain was so intense I couldn’t even finish my sentence.


    "My looks came from my parents, not for perverts like you to fantasize about," Anna dered, looking down at me with undisguised triumph. "Mr. Griffin, this is karma for all your misdeeds!"


    The pain forced me to close my eyes, cold sweat breaking out on my forehead even as the rest of my body continued to burn. She poked my shoulder, her voiceced with satisfaction: "Not feeling so predatory now, are you? See, one move from me and you’re cured. No need to thank me."


    I leaned against the wall, hunched over, in too much pain to even retort.


    The drug still raged through my system, but the agony she’d inflicted had momentarily overpowered it.


    "Um, are you... broken?" Anna suddenly looked worried, which surprised me.


    I didn’t answer, but when she took out her phone to record video, I wished I could smash it to pieces.


    "Mr. Griffin, here’s the deal. I’ll take you to the hospital. But to ensure you don’t try to me meter, I’m recording this as evidence. You’ve been drugged, right? You’re in pain, correct?"


    I red at her with pure venom, mentally imagining terrible revenge scenarios. The pain was something only men could truly understand, and this damned woman wasn’t rushing to help me but was instead recording me in my weakest moment!


    "Mr. Griffin, if you don’t nod, I’m leaving, and tonight’s events will have nothing to do with me."


    Assessing the situation, I realized being seen in this state by Anna alone was better than being exposed to everyone at the g. With extreme reluctance, I nodded.


    "Mr. Griffin, you forced my hand. I’m no match for you physically, and if you recover tomorrow and decide to cause trouble for me, I’d be in a difficult position," Anna said with satisfaction as she backed up the video. "Rest assured, as long as I remain safe, no one else will see this video."


    "Stop talking and get me to a hospital," I said through clenched teeth. If I didn’t get medical attention soon, I felt I might explode from thebination of drug-induced heat and the throbbing pain between my legs.


    Seeing Anna take out her phone again, I became alert: "What are you doing now?"


    "Calling my security team..." she began, but I cut her off.


    "Don’t call anyone," I said coldly.


    "Either you take me to the hospital yourself, or I’ll use you as my remedy right here." Despite being in excruciating pain, I maintained my intimidating demeanor, refusing to appearpletely vulnerable.


    When we left the private room, the hallway was mercifully empty. I straightened my posture, pretending nothing was wrong, deliberately draping my arm around Anna’s shoulders and enjoying her obvious difort.


    "Mr. Griffin, don’t push your luck," she warned through gritted teeth.


    The intense pain had subsided somewhat, but I was still fighting waves of heat coursing through my body. I leaned in close to her ear with a mockingugh: "If you want me to take you, just say so. I promise you’ll see stars."


    Seeing her trying to move her head away, I deliberately moved closer:


    "What should we do, Ms. Shaw? It seems our fate isn’t finished yet."


    "Mr. Griffin, you’d better behave.


    Getting to the hospital quickly is important-your future happiness depends on it," she said coldly, which effectively silenced me. I had no desire to risk permanent damage to my "manhood."


    Rachel Wilson suddenly appeared, her eyes widening at the sight of us: "Ms. Shaw, what’s going on...?"


    "Quick, help me get Mr. Griffin to the hospital," Anna said, eagerly pushing me toward Rachel as if she’d found a lifeline.


    In the car, I gulped down ice water from the minibar, which did ease the burning sensation somewhat. However, the area Anna had struck still throbbed painfully—I was afraid to touch it, uncertain it there was any damage. The drug still pulsed through my system, but the pain and cold water had diluted its worst effects.


    I leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes and beginning to mentally review everyone I’d encountered that evening. I’d primarily been drinking with George and Jack ... aside from them, who else could have drugged me?


    Lucy’s POV


    I stood at the hotel entrance, watching until Anna’s carpletely disappeared from view before finally putting away my phone. I couldn’t help the smile that crept across my lips -what perfect timing. Samuel and Anna leaving together? This "fact" would be my perfect weapon, requiring no fabrication to drive a wedge between them.


    When I spotted Jack heading my way, I quickly adjusted my expression, stering on a mask of genuine concern before hurrying toward him.


    "Jack, are you looking for Samuel? I just saw him leave with Anna." I made my voice sound slightly urgent, looking directly into his eyes with feigned helpfulness.


    Jack’s face immediately darkened, his piercing gaze fixed on me. "Lucy, how can you lie so easily? Anna and Samuel have fallen outpletely— they wouldn’t leave together."


    I pouted, deliberately making my eyes water as I adopted the expression of someone unjustly used.


    "Jack, don’t you trust me? I’m not lying to you, and I certainly don’t want to incriminate Anna. She really did leave with Samuel. I tried to call out to them, but they’d already gotten into Anna’s car and driven away. Jack, everything I’m saying is true."


    I calcted every expression and tone with clinical precision, tears welling up perfectly in my eyes without falling.


    This was my specialty-innocent, sincere Lucy Taylor, the poor girl who only wanted to help but was misunderstood instead.


    However, Jack’s reaction caught mepletely off guard. He violently shook off my hand, his eyes filled with disappointment and anger: "ENOUGH!


    I don’t want to hear another negative word about Anna from your mouth.


    You think I don’t know about the conversation you had with your friends at the party today? Lucy, I’m so disappointed in you."


    I stood frozen, watching in shock as he walked away without looking back. He knew about my conversation with my friends! The carefully crafted image of innocence I’d built was crumbling before my eyes! For a moment, I felt both furious and panicked, but I quickly regained myposure.


    After Jack left, I remained standing there, all traces of hurt and sadness instantly vanishing from my face, reced by a cold smile.


    This attempt may have failed to drive a wedge between them, but I certainly wasn’t giving up. Jack’s reaction today only confirmed what I’d begun to suspect-his feelings for Anna hadn’t died.


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