Chapter 66 It's Not Your Place

"I am," Queenie nodded politely.

"Then please excuse Ms. Lorente for a few minutes," the waitress gestured towards a booth by the window, "there is a survey for the competition that we would like you to fill out. Please wait, someone will come to assist you shortly."

Queenie sat down.

The friendly waitress poured her a glass of lemon water.

Queenie picked up the glass, about to take a sip, but then remembered the milk Lilith had given her earlier, and instantly put it back down.

She took out a bottle of mini mineral water from her bag, unscrewed it, took a sip, and put it back.

Before long, a woman dressed in a white suit walked over, looking arrogant and cast an unfriendly gaze upon Queenie's face.

"You must be Queenie."

"I am," Queenie met the woman's unfriendly gaze, feeling a slight sense of disgust.

With a slap, the woman threw the car keys with the BMW logo in her hand onto the table, and also tossed her LV handbag onto the table before arrogantly sitting across from Queenie and folding one foot over the other.

"Not exactly a beauty, but you do have a somewhat refined and elegant temperament."

As she spoke, the woman disdainfully glanced at the glass of lemon water and showed off her manicured nails to Queenie, "Do you like them? I just got them done. I need to spray some moisturizing mist."

As she said this, she took out a small bottle of mist from her handbag and sprayed it onto her nails.

The pungent smell of the mist hit Queenie's nose.

Queenie instinctively held her breath, feeling a bit bewildered.

"Are you here to have me fill out the survey? If not, then I will leave."

The woman smiled and continued spraying the mist, "I am here to ask you to give up the competition."

"Give up the competition?" Queenie's face was momentarily surprised, then her eyes narrowed, "What gives you the right to ask me to give up the competition?"

"Because I am Mary Green," the woman said confidently.

When Queenie heard this surname, her expression immediately changed.

"You didn't even prepare a survey, did you? You bribed the waitress to make me wait for you here, didn't you?"

"Exactly," Mary raised an eyebrow, arrogantly admiring her manicure, completely ignoring Queenie.

"I remember my brother said that you aren't allowed to appear in the West District anymore," Mary said, lifting her eyes to smile at Queenie.

"So, I am asking you to give up the competition and get out of the West District as soon as possible."

"Sorry. Your brother may have said that, but I didn't agree. Coast City is huge, it doesn't belong to anyone, and no one has the final say. I will go wherever I want to go," Queenie said, picking up her bag and suddenly standing up.

Mary glanced at her and asked disdainfully, "What's your relationship with Benoit?"

Queenie furrowed her brows and gave her a quick look. "Sorry, I have no obligation to explain to you."

After saying that, Queenie turned around to leave.

Mary's light voice came from behind.

"I don't care how you end up watching a movie with Benoit... but I warn you, stay away from him. He's not the kind of man you can fantasize about."

Queenie couldn't be bothered with Mary and headed straight for the elevator.

But after a few steps, she frowned, sensing that something was off.

Her body grew increasingly hot, her legs weakened, feeling as if she were stepping on cotton, unable to give enough support.

How could it be?

She hadn't drunk anything just now.

Suddenly, Queenie's face changed!

It was the spray!

It looked like nail moisturizer, but it wasn't!

It was some kind of aphrodisiac!

Instinctively, Queenie turned her head to look at the lobby cafe, only to see Mary smirking at her with fiery red lips.

That contemptuous gaze seemed to say that dealing with her was simple.

Sudden hatred swelled in Queenie's chest.

But the more her emotions surged, the faster the drug took effect, as if her body was burning up!

No, she couldn't fall for the tricks of a villain!

Gritting her teeth, Queenie mustered her strength and made it to the staircase.

Just as she reached the corner, a large hand firmly covered her mouth.

"Ah—"

Queenie's heart trembled, and she let out a startled cry.

But that sound was muted by the man's large hand, unable to alert anyone!

What should she do?

Queenie was dragged into the darkness...

Queenie felt a sense of despair.

She wanted to struggle, but her body couldn't exert any strength.

However, for some reason, as she calmed down, she felt more and more familiar with the man's breath.

How could it be?

She must be desperately hoping for Benoit to come and save her at this moment, otherwise, why would she feel that the man's chest was like Benoit's, and his scent was like Benoit's?

"Hush, don't be afraid, it's me." A familiar male voice sounded in her ear.

Queenie's body trembled, her eyes instantly moist!

Benoit loosened his grip slightly.

Queenie turned her head and saw Benoit, one hand supporting a cane and the other arm around her shoulder.

"It's really you," Queenie said, her voice choked, tightly embracing Benoit.

Benoit gently patted her back to comfort her. "Don't be afraid, everything's fine now. I'm here."

In the next moment, Queenie couldn't hold on anymore and leaned heavily against Benoit.

Manley stood not far away, quickly pushing the wheelchair over, his gaze falling on Benoit's legs as he stood on his own. "Benoit, you... are quite flamboyant."

I understood Manley's intention, so I sat back in the wheelchair and held Queenie as well in my lap.

I gently folded the portable cane that was in my hand and placed it under the armrest of the wheelchair.

He looked at Manley with a serious expression and said, "Go to the hospital and connect with the acquaintances here."

Benoit had people planted in all the hospitals in Coast City's East, West, South, and North districts.

"Understood," Manley nodded and quickly took the two of them to the hospital.

The doctors that Benoit had arranged also came forward and, after seeing Queenie, who was in Benoit's arms with a flushed face, immediately understood that something had happened.

He whispered in a low voice, "Benoit, actually, you can cure her with this medicine. And since she is your wife, it should be you..."

"No," Benoit refused decisively, "She was already poisoned by my sister-in-law before. Less than two months have passed, and it happened again! I'm worried that her body won't be able to handle it. You must take care of this and make sure there are no remnants of the drugs in her body."

The doctor's face showed a hint of surprise, but then he prescribed a few more bottles of intravenous medication and instructed the nurse to arrange it.

"After the treatment, use whatever tonics are necessary. Don't worry about the cost. I want her to be healthy!"

The doctor nodded, "Understood. Benoit, rest assured!"

Benoit watched as Queenie was taken to the VIP ward for intravenous treatment, and then he turned to Manley, asking, "How are things going with the arrangements?"

"Everything is under our control."

Benoit adjusted his stylish glasses on the bridge of his nose and coldly said, "Mary sprayed Queenie with a certain amount of drugs, so give her double the amount back!"

"Alright," Manley promptly made the arrangements.

Meanwhile, in the hotel, Daniel had already bribed the room service attendant and successfully entered the room where Queenie had previously stayed.

He set up three night-vision cameras, allowing him to capture the situation on the bed from different angles.

Soon, he excitedly stripped himself down to just his underwear.

Not long after, Sarah, wearing sexy lingerie and a woolen coat, arrived at the door and swiped the room key.

With two beeps, she pushed the door open.

Before she could even make a sound, Daniel grabbed her by the hair.

"You slut, come here!" he barked.

Sarah was caught off guard and her hair was yanked, causing her to fall onto the bed in pain, tears streaming down her face.

"Who are you? You're not Benoit!" Sarah realized, reaching out to protect herself from Daniel.

The room was dark and Daniel didn't know if the person in front of him was Queenie, so he simply slapped Sarah across the face.

"Shut up, you slut! I'll make you serve your father properly later, or you'll suffer!" he said menacingly.

With that, Daniel roughly began tearing off Sarah's clothes.

Her woolen coat was pulled apart, and her flimsy nightwear was torn apart with a tear.
Sarah was trembling with fear.

She had never seen such a situation before, so she vigorously resisted. But to her surprise, as soon as she struggled, Daniel hit her.

After getting a few punches, Sarah felt like her insides had shifted. "No - you've got the wrong person, help! Help!" she cried. "Ah - please stop, please stop!" Sarah begged, crying.

Daniel took off his underwear and pounced on Sarah. In the next instant, there were two drops, followed by the snarling of a fierce dog.

"Woof, woof, woof!" It was quickly followed by Daniel's ankle being bitten by sharp teeth, which frightened him so much that he became completely impotent.