Chapter 160 Brooklyn is Poisoned
Kelly followed Brooklyn's gaze, but Davon was nowhere to be seen. "What are you looking at? Any cute guy? Your eyes nearly popped out just now."
Brooklyn playfully tapped her on the head. "What else is there for you besides cute guys? All you think about is men."
"Besides men, there's money! How can you woo cute guys without money?" Kelly continued her search but found nothing.
"Our beautiful Kelly has simple goals,money and men," Brooklyn joked.
"That won't do. I need you too, haha!" Kelly added.
When these two best friends got together, the atmosphere always shifted. Brooklyn leaned back on the sofa, completely relaxed in mind and body. "You've been back in the country for so long. Have you accomplished anything? Your studies are over. Are you planning to start working or not?" Brooklyn asked.
A young man with a drink in hand squeezed in between them. "Stop chatting. How about we play a drinking game? Let's have some fun and get wild!"
With everyone agreeing to the drinking game, Brooklyn wanted to decline but couldn't resist the insistence of a dozen people taking turns. She reluctantly agreed to just one drink.
Not adept at drinking games, she lost the first round quickly. "Drink! Doctor Brooklyn set a good example. Let's continue!"
Kelly, once at the table, never backed down. The more she drank, the more excited and sober she became. Her ability to hold her liquor was truly impressive.
Despite losing a few more times, Brooklyn was saved by Kelly, who drank double the amount each time.
Even so, Brooklyn ended up having two beers and half a glass of whiskey.
"I need to use the bathroom," Brooklyn said.
"OK. Keep going, everyone. Mr. Thompson, you're cheating in front of me! Shame on you! Drink up!" Kelly responded and went back to the game.
Brooklyn stood at the sink in the bathroom, rinsing her hands and arms. The alcohol in her stomach started to burn again. Her weak tolerance for alcohol was killing her.
In another corner of the bar, Davon curled up his mouth slightly as he beckoned a henchman over. Lower his voice, he gave instructions.
"Yes, sir." The henchman answered.
"After it's done, I won't forget your efforts. But if you mess up..." Davon made his promise and threat.
"Sir, don't worry. Consider it done!" So did the Hechman promise.
After washing her face, Brooklyn felt a bit more sober. When she looked into the mirror again, she was flushed. For a moment, she thought she saw Sebastian's face reflected in the mirror. But this time, she had indeed mistaken it.
As she exited the restroom, a waiter passed by with a tray, coincidentally carrying a glass of water. "Can I have a glass of water, please?" Brooklyn asked.
"Of course, madam." the waiter replied.
Brooklyn took several sips of the water, trying to regain her composure before finding Kelly. "It's getting late, Kelly. You guys continue. I'm heading home."
At this hour, Megan and Sebastian were probably already asleep, as long as she didn't encounter them.
"Leaving early again? What's wrong with your complexion? It's my fault. I didn't take care of you earlier. To make amends, I've decided to escort you home," Kelly said.
"Forget it. You've been drinking and can't drive. I'll take a cab," Brooklyn declined.
"No way. It makes me look bad. You guys carry on. I'll accompany my lady home," Kelly insisted.
As they left the bar, the night breeze felt refreshing on their skin. Kelly burped and then wrapped her arm around Brooklyn's neck. "That bitch Megan is still living in the villa, isn't she?"
"Yes, she's practically acting like the owner," Brooklyn said.
How annoying!
As they chatted and walked, they had unknowingly walked several hundred yards away from the bar.
"What the hell does that bastard Sebastian want? Holding onto you, he refused to divorce and clings to Megan. Brooklyn, what's wrong with you?!" Kelly cursed freely. Brooklyn suddenly doubled over, clutching her stomach in pain.
"Kelly, my stomach hurts," Brooklyn said.
Her face changed from the earlier alcohol flush to a pale white.
"What's wrong? Is it your period? It can't hurt this much, can it? Please don't scare me. " Kelly panicked.
Kelly tried to pull her up, but Brooklyn's stomach pain was so severe she couldn't muster any strength. Sweat poured from Brooklyn's forehead, soaking her back in less than a minute.
This kind of intense pain wasn't from menstruation or alcohol burning her stomach.
Brooklyn was startled. "Kelly, take me to the hospital."
She was likely poisoned.
"Okay, don't worry. I'll call a cab!" Kelly replied.
Unfortunately, there were no taxis on the road as they left the bar. Kelly, usually fearless, was terrified by Brooklyn's writhing in pain.
"Brooklyn, hold on. We'll be at the hospital soon," Kelly comforted.
They finally managed to hail a cab, but the hospital was still a long way off. Brooklyn felt like she might not make it to the hospital.
Brooklyn held her stomach tightly, her shirt and pants soaked with sweat. Strands of hair stuck to her face, her lips turning a dark shade. In less than twenty minutes, the excruciating pain had drained her of all strength.
"Kelly, if I die..." Brooklyn said.
"Nonsense! Where is your phone? Dr. Carter is quite capable, isn't he? He must be able to save you. Brooklyn, hang in there!" Kelly replied.
Trembling like a sieve, Kelly finally found Brooklyn's phone. She dialed a number after a few attempts and said, "Zach! It's Brooklyn! Something is wrong! Hurry and save her."
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