Chapter 123 Being Saved On The Road
This kind of drug would only work when a person was drunk and he was interested in the other.
Otherwise, once the effects of the drug wore off, it was just an ordinary drug that make people faint.
Although people would still feel a little uncomfortable, the drug was not as potent as the aphrodisiac.
Clarissa didn't know the effects of the medicine. She leaned on the back seat, only feeling that her head had been dizzy and unconscious.
Her eyelids seemed to be so heavy that she couldn't open her eyes.
Several times, she tried to make herself soberer, but she failed.
Even if she wanted to bite the tip of her tongue, she had no strength and couldn't bite it at all.
Through the rearview mirror, the driver finally noticed that there was something wrong with her.
"Girl, are you okay?"
Clarissa did not speak.
She wanted to speak, but she really had no strength.
The driver asked again, "You don't look well. Are you not feeling well? How about me taking you to the hospital?"
Clarissa still did not speak.
She became more and more unconscious, and her mind seemed to be in a mess.
She felt so weak all over that she had no strength, and she felt that she was in a dream.
She couldn't even see the surrounding things clearly.
The driver waited for a while, but she didn't answer him.
Looking through the rearview mirror, he found that Clarissa seemed to have passed out, and a trace of malice flashed across his eyes.
He thought, "Such a beautiful girl actually gets so drunk."
"Her face flushes red, and she looked uncomfortable just now. Has she been drugged?"
He had been a taxi driver for many years. What kind of woman hadn't he seen over the years?
He continued to think," This woman looks like this in the middle of the night, and she goes to a high-end place like Estdal Manor. She can't be a woman who has a proper job."
"May she is a mistress of a rich man. Tut! Rich people really know how to enjoy themselves. This woman is so pretty. Ordinary people can't get her for lifetime, but the rich can sleep with her at will."
Thinking of this, the driver's eyes became randier. Especially when he saw Clarissa's white and delicate shin under the skirt, he felt that he was sexually aroused and couldn't control himself anymore.
He drove out of a viaduct and entered a relatively remote and deserted section of road.
He gritted his teeth and finally stopped the car on the side of the road.
He got out of the car, walked to the back seat, and opened the door.
"Miss, wake up! Hey!"
He reached out and patted Clarissa's face.
Clarissa, who was lying in the back seat, was still asleep with her eyes closed, showing no sign of waking up.
The driver's eyes were gloomy.
He looked around and made sure there was no one around. Then he got into the car and closed the door.
......
Anderson drove all the way to Estdal Manor.
He didn't let Ernest and others follow him. He asked David to investigate what happened in the Chapman family that night, while he was driving alone and looking for Clarissa along the way to Estdal Manor.
But he didn't see anything suspicious on the road.
He called her, but no one answered the phone.
He called back to the villa, and it was Pattie who answered the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Jordan."
"Has Mrs. Jordan come back?"
Pattie was stunned, "No."
Anderson frowned hard and hung up the phone.
When he drove on the viaduct, he saw a taxi parked on the side of the road from a distance.
Without paying attention to it, Anderson drove past it quickly.
However, it didn't take long before he backed his car.
With a gloomy face, he stopped the car, got out of it and walked to the taxi.
In the taxi, the driver looked at Clarissa who was unconscious with excitement, reaching out to untie her clothes.
But at this moment, the car window was knocked from outside.
He was stunned for a moment, and then rolled down the window unhappily, saying angrily, "Who's that? How dare you bother me?"
Before he could see who was standing outside the window, he heard a loud noise.
The window of the car was badly smashed, and countless pieces of glass flew into the car.
The driver screamed. The next second, the car door was opened by someone, and then he felt someone pulling him out of the car with great strength and throwing him heavily on the road.
With a cold face, Anderson looked at Clarissa whose clothes was in a mess, and then looked back at the driver who was lying on the ground.
The taxi driver always bullied the weak and feared the strong. It was just because Clarissa was unconscious that he dared sexually assault her that night. In fact, he was a coward.
As soon as he was thrown out of the car, he knew that he had offended a man who was not to be pushed around. When he saw the Maybach parked next to him, he realized that he could not afford to provoke this man.
He knelt down immediately and begged for mercy.
"Sir, I'm sorry. It's all my fault! I really didn't do anything to her. I just wanted to see if she was fine and wanted to send her to the hospital. I really didn't do anything to her."
Anderson sneered. His voice sounded like a horrible and aloof devil in the night.
"You didn't do anything to her? Do you think I am blind?"
The driver was so scared that he kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"Sorry, I was obsessed just now. Please forgive me and let me go!"
"Bang!"
Anderson didn't want to listen to his nonsense. He kicked the driver with great strength, and the driver fell to the ground heavily again.
Seeing that Anderson refused to let him go, the driver coughed a few times while covering his chest, and then got up and ran.
Anderson didn't want to chase after him. He just wrote down the license plate number and then found the driver's license from the box in front of his seat.
Then, he returned to the back seat, wrapped Clarissa with his coat, and carried her out.
Clarissa was somewhat conscious of such a big noise.
Although she was dizzy, she still felt Anderson's breathing vaguely.
Only Anderson had the familiar warm embrace, and the faintly pleasant and fragrant smell.
She snorted and put her hands around his neck, "Anderson, is that you?"
With his face full of worry, Anderson lowered his head and glanced at her.
"My head is so dizzy and uncomfortable!"
Clarissa groaned softly. Anderson put her in the passenger seat and wore the seat belt for her, saying, "Sit down and don't move. We will be home soon."
Clarissa nodded obediently.
Anderson called David.
"Bring a doctor to Estdal Manor."
Upon hearing this, David knew that he had found Clarissa, and agreed in a hurry.
Anderson drove steadily back to Estdal Manor. On the way, Clarissa was very quiet and didn't make a trouble. She almost fell down several times because she was too weak, and Anderson held her quickly. Except for this, there was no other incidents.
The black Maybach stopped at the door of the villa. Pattie had sensed that something was wrong from Anderson's tone on the phone. She was a little worried, so she kept waiting at the door.
Seeing him carrying Clarissa out of the car, she went forward in a hurry.
"Mr. Jordan."
Clarissa's face was buried in the collar of Anderson's coat, and her face flushed scarlet.
Pattie was taken aback.
"What happened to Mrs. Jordan?"
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