Chapter 337 Help Me Out
Starhaven Hotel
Ethan had just seen Sophia off and returned to the party.
As he stepped into the elevator, he noticed a waiter inside.
The waiter politely stepped aside, but suddenly, Ethan caught a whiff of a strange scent.
His head spun, and he wobbled before collapsing to the floor.
He braced himself against the elevator floor, feeling the world spin around him, his strength rapidly fading.
"Sir? Are you okay?" The waiter quickly approached, concerned about Ethan's condition.
As the waiter got closer, the scent grew stronger, and Ethan passed out abruptly.
Meanwhile, in a hotel room
Johnson hung up the phone with a smile and turned to Clara. "We got her. She's in the room next door. You can make her look as bad as you want."
Clara's face showed a mix of disbelief and excitement. "Really? You got her?"
She had been dying to see Katniss humiliated, but all her previous attempts had failed.
She couldn't believe Johnson had pulled it off.
"Just find someone to throw into her room. By morning, I want her reputation in ruins," Clara said, her eyes cold and menacing.
She had even more malicious ideas, but this was the Starhaven Hotel, and some plans were not feasible here.
Johnson frowned, thinking momentarily before saying, "Finding someone isn't easy. How about we take some photos to blackmail her? If she doesn't comply, those photos will be enough to teach her a lesson."
He had already spent a lot of money on drugs and people.
The waiter could claim Katniss was drunk or suddenly unwell, but getting another person involved was complicated.
Johnson felt a wave of disdain for Clara's lack of intelligence.
Clara, unwilling to let go of the opportunity, asked, "Just photos? What if the drug wears off and she wakes up soon?"
Her words provoked Johnson. "Impossible! That drug will keep her out for hours!" he snapped.
Seeing Clara's surprised expression, Johnson continued proudly, "I spent a lot of money to get those drugs."
Clara, still not satisfied, pressed on, "If she won't wake up, why not arrange for someone?"
She was so desperate that she approached a homeless person on the street and threw them into Katniss's bed.
She voiced her thoughts to Johnson.
Johnson, however, stood firm. "I can't arrange for anyone else. If you want to do it, go ahead. Don't forget, there are cameras in this hotel. I had to pay to avoid them."
"Fine, take the photos. Print them out and give them to me," Clara reluctantly agreed.
She wanted to have something over Katniss, to make sure Katniss wouldn't dare to show off in front of her again.
Johnson agreed and thought about who could take the photos.
The waiters who had taken Katniss to the room had left immediately.
They probably wouldn't want to get involved further.
Just as Clara was about to say something, Johnson's phone rang again.
He answered, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.
After hanging up, Clara didn't have a chance to ask before Johnson spoke excitedly, "Ethan has been knocked out, too. He's being brought to this room. You stay here. I'll handle Katniss."
With that, Johnson left, making it clear he wanted Clara to use Ethan's connections and ensure she stayed in line.
Clara wanted to ask more, but Johnson walked away without looking back.
She gritted her teeth and decided to wait for Ethan.
Clara had suspected Ethan's identity was significant and wanted to connect with him.
Now, knowing more from Johnson, she was even more determined not to miss this chance.
Soon, Ethan was brought to bed, and the person left.
Clara emerged from her hiding spot, turned off the light, and undressed them both before lying next to Ethan.
Meanwhile,
Maximilian wasn't allowed to access the surveillance footage.
The front desk politely refused and suggested calling the police, which made his expression turn cold.
If they waited for the police, it might be too late.
With a tense atmosphere around him, he checked the time and made a call.
As soon as the call connected, a clear male voice answered, "What's up? Why the sudden call?"
The background was noisy with sounds of drinking and chatting, and even the music was audible.
"Patrick, I need a favor," Maximilian said seriously.
Patrick, surprised, quickly pushed away a drink and signaled to his friends before leaving the table. "What's going on?"
Once it was quiet, Maximilian gave the hotel name, the banquet hall, and the time frame. "Help me hack the surveillance. I need to know where Katniss was taken."
Hearing the urgency in Maximilian's voice, Patrick got serious. "Give me a minute."
He headed to the second floor of his villa and quickly hacked into the hotel's surveillance.
Within a minute, he reported a room number.
"She seems unconscious, taken there by two waiters."
"Thanks." Maximilian hung up and headed straight for the room, notifying Conrad on the way.
Conrad received the message and quickly joined him.
Without a key card, they knocked, but there was no answer.
On Maximilian's order, Conrad broke down the door.
Johnson, holding a key card, was startled by the noise as he walked down the hallway.
Seeing Maximilian and Conrad, he turned and fled.
Realizing Katniss had been discovered, he knew it was too late to go back and risk exposing himself.
After sneaking away, he regretted wasting his drugs but consoled himself that Clara was already with Ethan, so the effort wasn't entirely wasted.
Inside the room,
Maximilian rushed to the bed where Katniss lay unconscious.
He went straight to her side.
Conrad guarded the door, blocking curious onlookers from the neighboring rooms.
"Katniss?" Maximilian called softly, leaning over her.
Katniss was lying on the bed, her clothes intact, looking unharmed but deeply asleep.
He called her name a few times, but she didn't respond.
Maximilian touched her forehead gently before lifting her into his arms.
With Katniss in his arms, Maximilian left the room, Conrad following closely.
The onlookers returned to their rooms, losing interest.
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