She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 346

He selfishly wanted to pull her gaze back, to cup that youthful, radiant face in his hands and make himself the only one she could see.

The thought took over Lucian’s usually calm mind, and he slammed his foot on the gas, heading straight for the Auric Athletic Center.

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After Hank left, Loyce felt bored sitting alone in the venue. But the men on stage kept taking turns performing in front of her, and she had to admit their physiques were impressive up close. She offered some token applause, but they just weren't her type.

Instead, Loyce found her thoughts drifting to Lucian's body—the explosive power in his back and chest, the scars scattered across his skin, some tracing paths dangerously close to more private areas. The image was a potent cocktail of raw masculinity.

Snapping back to reality, her gaze lingered on the stage for a moment before she lowered her head, deciding to scroll through her phone to clear her mind.

The concert was being held at the Auric Athletic Center, a massive, lotus-shaped stadium of unique design, surrounded by numerous commercial buildings. As she browsed, a particular coffee shop caught her eye. It stood out among the modern structures with its unique design, situated in a prime location with one side facing a large artificial lake lined with weeping willows. The atmosphere looked serene.

Loyce decided on the spot to grab a coffee there to kill the rest of her time, but just then, disaster struck.

A piercing shriek of microphone feedback echoed through the entire arena, drawing everyone's attention. One of the members of the boy band, Vincent, had been singing and dancing when he took a sip from a water cup placed at the edge of the stage. Suddenly, his voice gave out, and he collapsed in agony.

The concert descended into chaos. Fans screamed Vincent’s name, the sound nearly rupturing Loyce's eardrums. Since she was in the front row of the VIP section, the man had fallen not far from her. Hysterical fans were already trying to break through the security barriers to check on their idol.

The man's face was pale, his forehead slick with cold sweat. He was clawing at his own throat, his eyes wide with terror and desperation as he looked at her. He tried to speak, but only broken, airy gasps escaped.

Loyce’s eyes quickly scanned the water cup he’d left on the stage. A faint, cloudy residue clung to the rim. She leaned closer to Vincent and pried his jaw open. "Open your mouth."

Her voice was low but carried an undeniable authority that cut through the surrounding chaos. Trusting her because of her connection to Hank, Vincent painfully complied.

Under the harsh stage lights, Loyce peered into his throat. The mucous membranes were severely red and swollen, with signs of minor chemical burns. The inflammation was so bad it was nearly blocking his airway. A faint, acrid smell with a metallic, rusty tang hit her nose.