Chapter 32 You Are Very Worried About Katniss
"Sweetheart, why did you come here? I know I said something wrong earlier, please don't be mad."
Oliver gently coaxed Katniss, like a couple having a small argument.
Turning his head with a sheepish smile, he said to the waiter, "This is my girlfriend. We just had a fight. Thank you, I'll take her back."
The waiter remembered that Katniss had come to find Oliver and nodded. "Alright, I won't disturb you two then."
Katniss watched as the waiter turned and went back into the restaurant, while Oliver led her to the car.
Her frail body slumped into the seat, and due to the rough movement, her shirt lifted slightly, revealing her flat stomach.
Seeing this made Oliver's throat tighten. He stood at the back door of the car for a while, contemplating whether he could rape her in the car.
But the car was too cramped, so he eventually cursed under his breath, got into the driver's seat, and drove away.
Katniss looked at the bag and phone he had casually thrown onto the seat, her only chance to call for help.
Up front, Oliver was focused on driving and finding a hotel, cursing about the recording incident from the other day.
Without saying a word, she turned on her phone and quickly dialed Tristan's number.
The call was answered after a few rings. "Hello."
Along with Tristan's clear voice came Bella's coquettish voice. "Tristan, you're so bad!"
Katniss's heart sank. She moved her lips to speak, but Tristan had already hung up.
It seemed he was annoyed by her call interrupting them.
Warm liquid slid down her cheek as she took a deep breath to adjust her discomfort.
She didn't have time to dwell on her sadness, quickly found George's Facebook, and sent him her real-time location.
Before she could send anything else, the car stopped. Oliver turned around and saw her holding the phone, quickly snatching it and throwing it out of the car.
Katniss had no idea what was in the drink, but after drinking it, she felt weak all over.
She couldn't resist as Oliver dragged her out of the car, needing his support to barely walk.
"I was planning to have sex with you in the private room, but you ran out. You're just looking for trouble! I have to find another place! Wait and see how I fuck you later!"
Oliver's filthy words hit Katniss like heavy stones on her heart.
She didn't even have the strength to open her eyes, listening as Oliver used his ID to book a room, then took her up in the elevator.
Pushing open the door, the room was dimly lit. Oliver, not tall himself, helped her in, looking quite tired. Once inside, he turned on the lights.
Katniss opened her eyes and saw the bathroom to her left. Summoning all her strength, she quickly pushed Oliver aside, darted into the bathroom, and locked the door behind her.
Her movements were swift, and Oliver stumbled, hitting his head on the cabinet and wincing in pain.
"Katniss, you're driving me crazy. Do you think hiding in the bathroom will save you?" Oliver stood up, holding his head, and banged on the bathroom door. "You should be grateful I even want you!"
"Oliver, let me go, or you can forget about continuing the cooperation with Synergy Global Corporation!" Katniss turned on the faucet.
Splashing cold water on her face, she could only suppress a bit of the dizziness.
She tried to threaten Oliver, but he clearly didn't care.
"You think you can control the cooperation between Synergy Global Corporation and Horizon Innovations Group?" Oliver sneered, "You're just a mere assistant. Do you really think you have any say in deciding the partnership between two companies?"
Oliver pounded and kicked the door with such force that the loud noise was almost deafening to Katniss.
Eventually, the door was broken open, and Oliver dragged Katniss out by her arm, throwing her onto the bed.
The soft bed bounced Katniss's body up and down, and she saw Oliver taking off his clothes.
Oliver, quickly stripping off his shirt, reached out to Katniss, tearing open her blouse.
Instantly, the hickeys on her collarbone came into view, and Oliver paused for a few seconds.
"Stop pretending to be pure! This isn't your first time having sex! You have gone pretty wild, so what's wrong with sleeping with me once?"
Her fair skin ignited Oliver's desire, and he quickly pounced on her. Katniss fought back with all her might.
The door was suddenly kicked open from the outside, but Oliver didn't hear it.
It wasn't until someone grabbed his hair and yanked him off Katniss, throwing him to the floor, that he realized what was happening.
Katniss's blouse had a few buttons undone, but she kept holding her shirt tightly, exposing only her collarbone.
She opened her eyes slightly, and the tall figure of a man filled her vision. Her eyes welled up with tears uncontrollably.
With a soft voice, she said, "Tristan."
"Bastard! How dare you bully Katniss!"
The angry voice hit Katniss's ears, and she wiped her tears to see clearly.
It wasn't Tristan.
It was George, who was punching and kicking Oliver. Oliver quickly reacted and started to fight back.
He somehow got hold of a sharp fruit knife and lunged at George.
George reacted quickly, blocking the knife with his bare hand. A sharp pain shot through his hand as blood flowed down the blade.
"If you have the guts, kill both of us here today! Otherwise, if you harm him or me again, I'll call the police as soon as we leave this hotel!" Seeing the blood, Katniss's heart clenched, and she gritted her teeth as she spoke.
Oliver realized the situation was getting serious. He quickly dropped the knife and picked up his clothes from the floor.
"Consider yourselves lucky." With that, Oliver ran off.
Katniss moved her lips, about to say something, when she saw George staring at his bloody hand before suddenly collapsing to the ground.
Worried, Katniss looked at him lying unconscious on the floor. She used all her strength to crawl over, took his phone from his pocket, and dialed 911, giving their location before she completely blacked out.
Katniss woke up to the pungent smell of disinfectant, triggering a sensation as if she were back in the hospital caring for Sophia.
But this time, she was the patient lying in bed, with several doctors and nurses standing around. Seeing her open her eyes, they quickly approached.
"Miss Grey, how are you feeling?"
It took Katniss a few seconds to remember what had happened. She quickly sat up and asked, "I'm fine. What about the person who came in with me?"
"Are you referring to Mr. Russell?" The doctor pointed to the next room and said, "He's in the room next door."
"How is he?" Katniss asked as she lifted the blanket to get out of bed.
The nurse hurriedly stopped her and said, "The drug in your system hasn't completely worn off yet. It's best for you to stay in bed and rest for the next twenty-four hours."
As soon as the nurse finished speaking, Katniss felt dizzy and fell back onto the bed.
Seeing her concern, the doctor explained, "Miss Grey, please don't worry. Mr. Russell is fine. He just injured his hand and fainted at the sight of blood."
Katniss breathed a sigh of relief but felt uneasy thinking about George's injured hand, knowing he wouldn't be able to compete.
Unable to rest easy, she asked the nurse for a wheelchair and went to George's room.
In the room, besides George, were several of his teammates. The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.
Katniss felt several displeased gazes from George's teammates.
"Well, well, two years of hard work for the competition, all down the drain!"
"I didn't sleep a wink last night, just thinking about today's match and leading our team to victory!"
George, looking a bit pale with his left hand wrapped in thick bandages, saw Katniss enter.
Suppressing his disappointment, he forced a smile and said, "Katniss, don't listen to them. There will be other competitions."
"Sure, but didn't you tell your mom that if you didn't win this time, you'd quit gaming for good?"
"So, are you planning to give up gaming?"
One by one, they criticized George, making his face darken. "Enough, you guys leave. I need to talk to Katniss alone."
They left the room with cold snorts.
Katniss kept a certain distance from George. Even after they left, she didn't move closer.
"I'm sorry, it's all..."
"You don't need to apologize to me," George interrupted, "When I saw your location, I knew something was wrong when you didn't answer my calls or messages."
"Your life is definitely more important than the game. I'm disappointed I couldn't compete, but there will be other chances."
His words made sense, but Katniss couldn't shake the feeling of guilt.
"You owe me one," George said, resting one hand behind his head. "I might call in that favor anytime."
Katniss nodded, looking at him seriously. "Alright, whatever help you need in the future, if I can do it, I will."
George smiled, then motioned for her to come closer. "Come here, I have something to tell you."
Katniss wheeled herself to the bedside.
"When I was leaving the hotel, I saw your boss with a woman at the suite door, being all lovey-dovey," George said. "We don't know each other well, and I shouldn't be telling you this. But I can't keep things to myself. I just want to warn you."
He went on, "If he's with someone else and still stringing you along, he's not being responsible. Don't fall for him."
Being warned by someone younger than herself, Katniss couldn't tell if she felt bitter or sour.
She knew she shouldn't fall for Tristan, but matters of the heart were not something she could easily control.
She forced a smile and replied, "I understand."
Outside the room, the doctors and nurses in charge of Katniss and George were quietly discussing.
"This young couple is really close."
"Yeah, the boy asked about his girlfriend as soon as he woke up."
"And the girlfriend is even more attached, coming over in a wheelchair."
"After going through such an ordeal together, their relationship will definitely be stronger."
"But who was the man who brought them here? He looked really worried, holding the girl tightly. Their relationship didn't seem ordinary."
As they discussed and returned to the office, Tristan, standing around the corner, heard everything clearly. He was wearing a wrinkled white shirt, holding a cigarette between his fingers, staring at George's room.
Bella stood not far away, her eyes filled with fatigue. "Tristan, are you really worried about Katniss?"
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