Chapter 480 Loyal Fan
"Easy there," Rex said, exchanging a knowing look with the bartender as he reached out to steady Seraphina.
"Let go," Seraphina tried to pull away from Rex's grip, but her body felt, like it was made of lead, making it impossible to muster any strength.
She wasn't a heavy drinker, and two drinks shouldn't have left her this wasted. She rubbed her temples, but her vision only grew blurrier.
What the hell was happening?
Panic set in. She wanted to push Rex away, but her body wouldn't cooperate.
Gradually, her mind went blank, and the sounds around her faded.
Rex pulled Seraphina into his arms, calling her name a few times. When she didn't respond, he smirked with satisfaction.
"Nice work," he said, tossing a few bills onto the bar before leaving with Seraphina, his friends looking on enviously.
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" Seraphina mumbled in her semi-conscious state, weakly hitting Rex's arm.
Rex, leering, stroked her cheek. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."
Just then, a fist came out of nowhere, hitting Rex squarely and sending him stumbling.
"What the..." Rex spat, looking up to see a well-dressed man catching Seraphina.
"Asshole!" Terry Perez, dressed in a sharp suit, looked down at the unnaturally flushed Seraphina, his expression darkening. As a doctor, he immediately recognized the signs of drugging. He had seen Rex and the bartender's suspicious interaction earlier and had followed them.
"Who the hell are you? Mind your own business," Rex snarled, not expecting this interference.
Ignoring Rex, Terry turned to leave with Seraphina. Rex, furious, tried to attack, but years of indulgence had left him weak. Terry easily kicked him aside.
Seraphina, feverish and restless, began to struggle. Terry, realizing he couldn't call the police just yet, decided to take her away first.
Seraphina felt heavy and nauseous, but a cool sensation on her forehead eased her discomfort. After some time, she heard faint sounds and slowly opened her eyes to an unfamiliar room.
Panic set in as she tried to recall what had happened, but her mind was blank.
"Are you awake?" A calm voice made her turn sharply. Terry stood there, holding a glass of water.
Fear gripped her. She tried to sit up, but her limbs felt like lead.
"Who are you? What did you do to me?" Seraphina regretted going to the bar, now facing such a mess.
She clutched the blanket, unsure of what to do.
"Don't be afraid. I'm not a bad person," Terry said quickly, seeing her alarmed expression. "I'm Terry. You were drugged at the bar last night, and I brought you to my place."
He pointed to a medical kit by the bed and handed her his ID badge, his movements clumsy in his haste to explain.
"You're running a slight fever from the drug's side effects. You need to rest," Terry said softly, concern evident in his eyes.
Seraphina took the badge, reading Terry's name. She noticed her rolled-up sleeve and the bandage on her arm.
She looked at Terry, who indeed didn't seem like a bad person.
"You saved me?"
Calming down a bit, Seraphina rubbed her temples, trying to recall the events at the bar. She remembered someone.
Rex.
"I'm a fan of yours. I've seen all your movies," Terry said, picking up the ice pack that had fallen off the bed, smiling shyly. "I saw that guy talking to the bartender and then taking you away. I followed because I was worried, and it turns out he had bad intentions."
Hearing Terry's account, Seraphina felt a chill. Her memory returned, and she recalled last night's events.
Rex must have drugged her!
If she hadn't met Terry, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Seeing Seraphina's troubled expression, Terry wanted to say something but held back. Seraphina noticed his hesitation.
After a moment of silence, Seraphina lowered her eyes. "Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I don't know what would have happened."
Handing her the glass, Terry spoke gently, "You need to be more careful. You're a public figure, and it's dangerous for a woman to go to a bar alone."
Seraphina nodded, her face almost hidden behind the glass as she drank. Suddenly, she remembered something and started searching.
Terry, startled by her actions, put down the thermometer. "What are you looking for?"
"Have you seen my phone?" Seraphina took a deep breath. If her manager found out she hadn't come home, there would be hell to pay.
Seeing her phone on the nightstand, she lunged for it, only to find it had shut off. Despair washed over her.
"What's wrong?" Terry asked, concerned by her reaction.
Seraphina turned slowly, looking pitiful as she held her phone. "Do you have a charger, kind sir?"
"I didn't mean to miss your calls. My phone died," Seraphina explained, sitting on the bed, enduring her manager's scolding.
She considered pretending her phone was still dead to end the call, but decided against it, fearing her manager's wrath.
"Seraphina, you need to be more responsible. You're a public figure. The media watches your every move!"
Holding the phone away from her ear, Seraphina sniffled, wanting to end the call quickly. "I know, I know. I'll be back soon."
"Where are you? I'll come get you," her manager said, the sound of a door opening indicating he was ready to leave.
"I'm at..." Seraphina started, then stopped, realizing she was in someone else's home. "No need! I'll come back on my own. I'll go straight to the office."
Her manager, suspicious of her tone, asked, "Seraphina, are you seeing someone?"
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