Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 236: Forced Memory Erasure

"No, it’s essential that she... can only rember ! Only rember !"

His tone was very serious, as if discussing national affairs on the international stage, the breeze was biting, straight to the point, piercing through.

"..." Dr. ng’s body trembled slightly.

Forcibly erasing all her mories was already the hardest part! Yet, to make her only rember the Crown Prince!

Isn’t this more outrageous than taking his life!

Dr. ng trembled all over.

"Crown Prince! This... I really..."

Dr. ng had done his utmost: "Crown Prince, give so ti..."

The man’s thin lips parted slightly, extrely cold: "As soon as possible!"

Dr. ng shuddered again, fearing that if he failed, he’d lose his head!

It seems, the Crown Prince has made up his mind!

How much must the Crown Prince love this woman... to the extent of doing whatever it takes, just to make her rember him?

If Miss Eva really loses her mory...

Wouldn’t she hate His Highness for depriving her of her rights when she rembers in the future!

But... if she truly loses her mory, she really won’t rember!

"Your Highness, if Miss Eva loses her mory... she won’t be able to rember it later! You..."

"It’s decided." Lucas Knight had lost his patience.

Dr. ng didn’t understand that kind of feeling!

Sebastian Yansford holding her, calling her "darling," how could he bear it! This was his authority being challenged!

...

In the banquet hall, the ball continued as usual.

Heiresses and wealthy young n were wildly enjoying themselves on the dance floor.

People were holding champagne and red wine, chatting and laughing.

Sebastian Yansford went next door briefly, returned holding a bouquet of roses, only to find Eva had long disappeared.

"Ethan!"

The one called Ethan was Sebastian Yansford’s assistant and a man from Eastern Europe, dressed in a black suit with gold-rimd glasses.

"Young Master!"

"Where’s the person?" Sebastian Yansford’s voice was cold.

"Young Master, Miss Nightingale is probably in the banquet hall. I’ll look for her!" The banquet hall was large, dimly lit, and ambiguous, stretching beyond sight.

Miss Eva was probably sitting, having a midnight snack.

Was it necessary for the Young Master’s face to look so grim?

"Young Master, are the flowers in your arms for Miss Nightingale?" Ethan asked in confusion.

"Are they for you then?"

Ethan: "...Young Master, I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare."

"I’ll go find Miss Eva right away!"

After several rounds,

there was no trace of Eva anywhere.

In a fit of rage, Sebastian Yansford went to the hotel owner to check the surveillance footage, only to find a blank spot in the recordings.

A bad premonition surged in his heart, like a stone pressing on his chest, feeling a bit cold, a bit anxious, and a sense of growing further and further apart from her!

The purpose of his return to the Sovereign Empire this ti was to take her away...

-

Before the banquet ended, Sebastian Yansford left, reeking of alcohol.

He seed entirely soaked in a wine cellar, his entire being exuding the aroma of wine.

"Young Master, you’ve had too much to drink!"

Ethan supported Sebastian Yansford.

Sigh.

At this ti, Ethan had no choice; every ti the Young Master drank too much, it was Barrett Scott who accompanied him.

Ethan had no choice but to call over Barrett Scott.

When Barrett Scott arrived, he saw a large bouquet of vibrant roses placed in the car.

Sebastian Yansford lay lazily in the back seat of the car.

"Are these flowers for ?"

Barrett Scott joked frivolously.

Ethan: "Ahem! Mr. Scott, flowers match with beauties!" Barrett isn’t a girl! What’s with the vanity?

"Damn! Who says I’m not beautiful!" Barrett Scott cursed, "My looks beat those won by miles!"