But right then, a bad feeling rose in my chest. I quickly asked, “Spencer, didn’t I tell you to drive home? Why are we here?”

Spencer turned his head toward me, and the kind look he usually had was gone. His face was cold, carrying a malice that made my heart sink.

“I’m sorry, sir Weston. As an elder of the family, I feel it’s my duty to teach you that you must take responsibility for your own mistakes.”

As I looked at him, I finally understood why Reid’s face had seemed familiar to me earlier; he was Spencer’s son.

I reached into my pocket to grab my phone and call the police, but Spencer was faster.

He snatched it away before I could react.

“Sir, don’t bother. It’s useless,” he said in a flat tone.

I glared at him. “Spencer, aren’t you afraid my mother will find out what you’re doing?”

He gave a cold laugh. “The chairwoman has been busy expanding overseas for years and rarely comes back. How would she have time to worry about small things like this?”

Then his eyes darkened. “But you dared to hurt my son, and for that, you must pay.”

With that, he yanked the car door open, grabbed my arm, and dragged me out with force. I tried to resist, but his strength was far beyond mine.

Still, I managed to quietly press the emergency button on my watch.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, trying to stay calm and figure out what was going on.

Spencer didn’t answer. Without saying a word, he pulled me into a private room and shoved me inside.

The room reeked of smoke. A fat man sat in the main seat, his face oily and smug, while Dahlia stood beside him, smiling as she poured him drinks.

Spencer bent down, bowing deeply. “President Hanson, I’ve brought the person you asked for.”

Reid stood up with a proud look on his face and pointed straight at me. “President Hanson, he’s the one who leaked the project data! I personally brought him here to apologize to you!”

President Hanson?

The name hit me, he was the head of our biggest rival company. August Hanson, in his fifties, is known for his disgusting hobbies and bad reputation.

“Young Master Reid, how thoughtful of you.”

August set down his wine glass and looked me up and down. “So this is the one who leaked the data? Not bad-looking at all.”

He stood and walked over slowly. “Pretty boy, do you even know how much our company lost because of your so-called leak?”

I let out a cold laugh. “When did I ever leak anything?”

Reid pulled out a document and waved it smugly. “Still denying it? Don’t forget, you already signed this!”

I looked down and froze. It was the same agreement I had signed earlier.

Only now, the name in the signature box, the one I had written as ‘Reid’, had been changed to ‘Weston.’

“You forged the agreement!”

“Forged?” Dahlia laughed coldly. “Weston, don’t make false claims. You signed this yourself, and there’s surveillance footage to prove it.”

The cameras in the office did exist, but they could only capture my hand movements, not the words I wrote.

“President Hanson, you see? He’s completely unrepentant.”

Reid added quickly, his tone full of fake outrage, “Just earlier in the office, he even splashed me with coffee! So arrogant.”

August looked at me with a sly smile. “Handsome boy, since you made a mistake, you’ll have to deal with the consequences.”

His eyes moved over me without shame, making my stomach twist.

“Mr. Jensen, you’re quite good-looking, even better than in the photos President Larson showed me.” He slowly ran his tongue over his lips.

Dahlia quickly nodded and bent slightly. “President Hanson, Weston is still young and doesn’t know better. He made a mistake this time. Please don’t take it to heart.”

“How about letting him join you for a few drinks tonight to show his apology?”

That woman not only wanted me to take the blame but was now pushing me toward this disgusting old man.

August lifted his glass and slowly walked toward me.

“Handsome boy, a smart man knows when to give in. If you serve me well tonight, we can talk about the compensation again.”

“In your dreams!” I pushed him away and rushed toward the door.

Two bodyguards immediately moved in front of me, blocking my way out.

I turned back and glared at Dahlia, my voice shaking with anger. “Dahlia, are you even human? After three years together, this is what you do to me?”

She gave a cold laugh, her eyes full of calculation. “Love? What is that compared to my future? And you’re the one who leaked the trade secrets, yet you still refuse to admit it?”

“I didn’t!”

“The evidence is right there, and you’re still trying to deny it?”

She pointed toward the door. “Bring him here.”

I fought with everything I had, but they forced me into a chair.

“Dahlia, you’ve been fooled by Reid! I’m Willa Jensen’s real son! If you hurt me, my mother will never forgive you!”

The room went quiet for a moment before bursting into laughter.

Dahlia slapped me lightly across the face, smirking. “You mean the Chairwoman is your mother?”

She gave a mocking laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous. I see Reid riding in President Jensen’s car every day. Who else would have that right besides her son?”

“Since you refuse to drink nicely and insist on being punished, don’t blame us for being harsh.”

Dahlia grabbed my chin, lifted a glass, and poured the liquor straight down my throat.

“Drink it!”

The cold liquid burned as it rushed into my mouth. I shook my head hard, but the alcohol spilled down my chin, soaking my shirt.

Dahlia didn’t stop. One glass after another, she kept forcing me to drink. My vision started to blur, and my stomach twisted in pain.

“Enough!” I used the last bit of my strength and shoved her away.

Dahlia grabbed the whole bottle, forced my mouth open, and yelled, “Don’t want to drink? Then I’ll make you!”

The strong liquor burned down my throat like fire as the room spun around me.

August watched with excitement flashing in his eyes. “Not bad, not bad, now this is getting interesting.”

Seeing that I couldn’t fight back anymore, Dahlia took out a room card and handed it to August.

“President Hanson, Room 1208, it’s ready for you.”

August chuckled, patting her shoulder with satisfaction. “Hahaha, Dahlia, you’re quite smart. You’ll go far.”

Two men grabbed my arms and started dragging me toward the door.

I wanted to shout and struggle, but my body refused to move; the alcohol had already numbed everything.

Hopelessness crashed over me like a wave.

Suddenly, the private room door burst open with a loud bang.

A familiar voice roared, “You bastards! You dare lay a hand on my son? You’re all finished!”