Chapter 27 Is this middle-aged man trying to get her drunk
Violet had no way to refuse the juice.
Max also didn't see any problem with it.
So, let's toast with the juice.
Violet held her juice and politely clinked glasses with Clyde, then drank it all in one go.
Seeing that she had really finished it, Clyde’s chubby face became even more joyful, his eyes rolling as if he could carve Violet like a piece of meat at any moment.
Let him do whatever he wants.
Max refilled Violet's empty glass with juice and whispered to her, "Violet, now tell Mr. Potts and the others about our company's situation."
Violet nodded, ready to start discussing work with them.
But for some reason, her head suddenly started to spin.
She felt like she had fallen into a cotton cloud, weak and unsettled, with a slight discomfort in her stomach.
Supporting her increasingly heavy forehead, Violet felt dizzy and completely lacked the energy to talk about the company's situation with the executives. She mustered up a bit of strength and said to Max beside her, "Mr. Green, I'm sorry... I'm feeling a bit unwell. I need to go to the bathroom."
"Are you alright?" Max turned to look at her.
Violet forced a pale smile and shook her head, saying, "I'm fine."
"Well, you can go ahead then," Max said, not noticing anything unusual, and nodded.
Only then did Violet quickly stand up, but due to dizziness, she almost tripped. She managed to hold onto the chair and slowly walked out of the private room, heading to the bathroom to relieve her dizziness and headache.
However, her footsteps felt like they were weighed down with heavy shackles, too heavy.
She had to exert all her strength with every step she took.
Violet had to take breaks every now and then before continuing her slow walk towards the bathroom.
When she was halfway there, Clyde from their private room also came out, using the excuse of going to the bathroom. Seeing Violet, who had only walked halfway, a lecherous smile immediately appeared on his obese, greasy face.
He then quickly walked towards her.
But just as he was about to catch up to Violet, Brady from another private room came out.
He was a tall and stern man, with a cigarette between his fingers.
Coming out of the room, he coincidentally collided with Violet.
Violet, who was in need of support, suddenly had a tall human wall blocking her path.
She immediately reached out and firmly held onto this human wall.
And because of her physical discomfort, she held onto Brady even tighter.
This blatant display of affection caused a dark shade to cross Brady's handsome face. He raised his hand to pull her away.
Finally catching up, Clyde didn't recognize Brady and thought he was just another pervert who wanted to intercept a woman he wanted to sleep with. His expression froze.
Clyde looked at Brady menacingly and said, "Trouble, hand her over to me."
"Do you know her?" Brady looked at the fat, greasy middle-aged man and asked with a serious gaze.
"Of course, I know her. She's my woman," Clyde sneered, his mouth twisted with wickedness. "Give her back to me quickly."
"My woman?" Brady instinctively glanced at the woman in his arms. Just how many men had this woman seduced? But before he could speculate further, Violet muttered incomprehensibly, her mind hazy and her voice weak and feeble. "Mr. Potts... I... I can't... drink anymore..."
"I can't drink... anymore," Violet murmured softly and intermittently.
Brady understood roughly what was going on. What woman? Did this middle-aged man force her to drink?
"Mr. Potts?" Brady narrowed his dangerous eyes and looked at Clyde, who was staring at Violet with a predatory gaze. He asked the woman in his arms, who seemed disoriented and unaware of her surroundings, "Do you know him?"
Violet's head was spinning, but she could still hear Brady's question. She immediately shook her head. "No... I don't know him... he's... a client."
So he was a client. Brady understood now. He had misunderstood her earlier. He couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "What a troublesome woman." With that, Brady carried Violet directly to the penthouse suite of the hotel.
The hotel was one of his properties. He could stay in any room he wanted. But Clyde wasn't happy about it. He had gone to great lengths to drug this beautiful woman, how could he let a stranger take her away?
Clyde followed closely, intending to intervene. However, a few men in black suddenly emerged from behind and rudely stopped Clyde. "Our Mr. Hall doesn't like to be disturbed."
Mr. Hall? Which Mr. Hall? Clyde still couldn't recognize who he was, so he raised his voice and shouted, "I'm telling you, if you take away a girl like this, I will call the police."
Clyde started dialing the police number on his phone but one of the men in black immediately slapped his hand away. "If you want to call the police, shouldn't you consider your own cleanliness first?"
After hearing this, Clyde backed down. If he really called the police, they would definitely examine Violet's body. If they found out she had consumed the "substance" that he had given her, his reputation would be ruined, and it would also implicate the company. It wasn't worth it.
In an instant, Clyde abandoned the idea of calling the police. He gritted his teeth, disregarding his image, and picked up his phone, muttering under his breath, before returning to his original private room.
He would never tell Max about Violet being taken away. He didn't care what would happen to her now that the prey had been taken from his mouth.
***
The top floor presidential suite of the hotel.
Brady brought Violet into the room. He turned on the bright wall lights and gently placed the disoriented and uncomfortable woman onto the soft bed.
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