Love Drug (Summer and Fraser) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87 The Fall of Peyton

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However, just as she raised her arm, a strong hand suddenly reached out from behind and grabbed her

wrist.

Before Peyton could react, the hand mercilessly swung her away.

By the power of inertia, the glass in Peyton’s hand slipped and spilled its contents, soaking her completely.

Her white dress was instantly soaked, leaving her in a state of utter disarray.

“Who dares!”

Furious, Peyton was about to unleash a torrent of curses.

But when she saw who it was, her arrogant attitude instantly turned to panic.

Standing in front of her was none other than Fraser, the Bossman of Havenbrook.

The man was tall and imposing.

He was dressed in a finely tailored black shirt paired with straight–legged dress pants that perfectly accentuated his long, well–built legs.

His entire presence exuded an air of nobility and nonchalance, but at this moment, his dark eyes burned with a cold anger.

Although Peyton didn’t know Fraser deeply.

But who in Havenbrook didn’t know about Fraser’s immense power and influence?

Peyton quickly regained her composure and returned to her usual delicate and submissive demeanor in front of men.

She hastily smoothed her hair.

“Mr. Graham, what brings you here? I… I just had too much to drink. It’s not what you think.”

Fraser’s gaze was cold as ice. “What do I think?”

“It’s just… Summer insulted me, and I was so upset that I couldn’t control myself.”

“Summer, I’m sorry. I know you’re jealous of me; that’s why you said such harsh things. But this is between us. Can we settle this privately? I’ll do whatever you want.”

Summer scoffed inwardly.

Peyton was the type to twist the truth and play the victim.

With her pitiful appearance and tearful eyes, few men could resist her act.

Summer felt a surge of anger, worried that Fraser might believe Peyton’s lies. She stood up from her chair,

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Chapter 87 The Fall of Peyton

“Hmph, I’m not Trevor. Your tricks won’t work on me.”

There was no trace of pity in Fraser’s gaze, only icy contempt.

Peyton’s face turned red at his words.

I hadn’t expected Fraser to be so impervious to her charms and so unyielding. My usual tactics were useless.

Peyton tried to explain further.

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But Fraser stepped forward, picked up a handkerchief from the table, and gently took Summer’s hand, wiping away the drops of water that had splashed on her.

Fraser looked down, his expression softening, his voice tinged with concern. “Are you okay?”

Summer felt the warmth of Fraser’s hand cupping hers.

His touch seemed to send a wave of heat through her body.

Her heart felt like it was on fire, even hotter than the palm of his hand.

Summer whispered, “I’m fine.”

Peyton watched the scene and rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

“Good thing my girlfriend says she’s fine. Otherwise, Ms. Peyton, you might not be able to go home tonight.”

Fraser’s deep voice carried a hint of threat, sending an involuntary shiver down Peyton’s spine.

Peyton was stunned by the word “girlfriend.”

Mr. Graham… girlfriend?

Is Sum…Summer?!

Peyton couldn’t believe it. She even wondered if she had misheard.

How could Mr. Graham be interested in someone like Summer, a “secondhand” woman?

What did Summer have to offer anyway?

Fraser’s voice, casual yet cold, cut through the air. “Is this restaurant open to everyone?”