Chapter 428 The Antidote
This club was super fancy and definitely not the place to start yelling. So, I took off running, chasing after the group that had just vanished.
But man, this place was huge. By the time I got to the other side, Brad was nowhere to be seen. Even the small hallways were empty, no sign of him at all.
People were still milling around, some smiling, some with blank faces, but none of them were Brad.
Brad was gone. Did I mistake someone else for him?
No way, that couldn't be it.
My eyesight was top-notch, and I knew Brad better than anyone. I could spot him a mile away.
That had to be Brad; I wasn't wrong.
The area near the loft was packed with fancy private rooms, one after another.
Brad couldn't have just vanished; he must've gone into one of those rooms.
I started checking each private room, my anxiety making me feel weak and unsteady.
But this club was all about privacy. The doors were all automatic, and once someone was inside, they could lock it so only staff could enter.
I was sweating bullets, desperate to see Brad.
People were often like this: when two people were separated in different places, they could manage to suppress and control even the most intense emotions. But as soon as there was the slightest possibility of meeting, the longing became unbearable, and they had to see each other.
If I couldn't find Brad, I'd call him!
I dialed his number over and over, but it kept disconnecting.
When the calls didn't go through, I sent messages on every social media platform I could think of, but nothing.
Why wasn't Brad responding? Or was he just tied up with something and hadn't seen my messages yet?
What was going on? Was Brad okay?
I was scared, that bad feeling creeping in again.
I was on the verge of tears from sheer anxiety.
I knew Brad was in trouble, but I couldn't be there to help him. It was a terrible feeling, one only those who'd experienced it would understand.
No, I had to find Brad. Whatever he was going through, I had to be there with him.
With shaking hands, I called Mindy. Maybe she knew someone at the club who could help.
I called several times, but no answer. Today was Mindy's big day; she was probably super busy and didn't hear her phone. She'd call me back once she saw my calls.
But in an emergency, every second counted. I couldn't wait, so I ran downstairs to find her.
Professor Evans wasn't around, and Elliot was off in the mountains. Besides Mindy and Louis, there was no one else who could help.
I was so anxious I felt dizzy. I ran around the first floor twice but couldn't find the banquet hall.
The thought that Brad might be in trouble was killing me. I cursed this damn club for being built like a maze.
I was on the verge of tears from sheer anxiety.
"Jane, what are you running around for?"
A strong hand grabbed my wrist, stopping my frantic search.
I looked up to see Louis staring at me in surprise, his eyes full of concern.
In Louis's eyes, I saw my own panicked and disheveled reflection, looking so pathetic.
"Louis, I..." I stammered, realizing how hard it was to form a complete sentence when people were freaking out.
"What's wrong? You look terrible. Louis, let her go and let her calm down," Mindy said, coming up behind me and patting my shoulder.
Louis let go of my wrist and stepped back, giving me an apologetic smile.
Mindy hugged my shoulders and spoke softly, "Jane, take a deep breath. Don't rush. Tell us slowly, what happened?"
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. It took a full three minutes to get a grip.
"I just saw Brad. When I chased after him, he was gone. I have a feeling he's in danger. Mindy, you're familiar with the people at the club, right? Can you help me check the surveillance to see which room Brad went into? I can provide the specific time and general direction."
"That's impossible, Jane. This kind of high-end club protects customer information very strictly. No one has the right to check it except the judicial authorities."
"Then what should we do?" I was so anxious I could hardly stand still.
"Yes, Louis, Brad is in danger. We can't just ignore it. What should we do? Think of something."
Louis, being the calm one, pinched Mindy's cheek, "The priority is to find Brad. Since we can't check the surveillance, we'll just have to knock on each door."
Maybe this was the only solution we could think of at the moment.
"Brad disappeared near the loft on the second floor. Let's go there and look now." I turned around and ran without hesitation.
Louis supported Mindy and followed me up the spiral staircase. My mind kept replaying the characteristics of the people who were with Brad. Even if we couldn't find Brad, we could always ask his companions for information.
Unfortunately, the two lofts were too far apart, and since I spotted Brad, I had focused all my attention on him. I only remembered that the people next to him were all wearing dark suits, of varying heights, and there seemed to be a bald man. I couldn't recall anything else.
Suddenly, the figure I saw by the big tree and the man who bumped into me on the stairs and then ran away flashed before my eyes. At the time, I hadn't noticed, but reflecting on it now, I realized that those two figures were remarkably alike, probably the same person.
They weren't just similar, but also inexplicably familiar. That person seemed to be Michael, who had always been by Jenny's side. And that female voice was very similar to the nurse Jenny had hired when she was recovering.
If that was the case, many things would make sense. All of this tonight must be another trap set by Jenny. She had lost patience after repeatedly failing to win Brad over and wanted to use drastic measures.
What kind of measures would she use to make someone who had no feelings for her sleep with her? This kind of thing was depicted in novels all the time, and almost always relied on the use of aphrodisiacs.
Many books had written about it: there was a kind of aphrodisiac that, once ingested, required the person to have sex with a woman to neutralize its effects. Otherwise, the only option was to go to the hospital, and it might even damage the reproductive organs' function.
Brad was alone here, and no one would call an ambulance for him. Jenny would definitely be the one to act as Brad's antidote.
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