Chapter 121 Cecily was Drugged and Two Men Fought for Her
Cecily's brow furrowed, her hand lashing out toward the person in front of her…
Unexpectedly, her opponent's speed was far superior. The moment Cecily struck, he dodged by tilting his head and swiftly caught her wrist, pinning her against the wall.
As Cecily raised her head, she collided with the handsome, reckless face of the man before her. He was clad in a black suit, his black shirt open at the collar, a few buttons undone in a carefree manner.
"Blaise?" she exhaled, a wave of relief washing over her.
"Always telling you to practice more, yet you're as lazy as a pig. Can't even land a single hit on me. Don't go around saying I taught you."
His voice carried a hint of lazy amusement, floating effortlessly into Cecily's ears.
"Quit it, let me go." Cecily was not feeling well right now. The room had a strong scent, the effects of some medicine quite potent, and even though she had come out on time, she could still feel the heat rising within her.
Cecily, leaning against the wall, asked, "How did you know I was here? Don’t tell me it’s another one of your hunches."
"Just a hunch."
"Keeping tabs on me, just admit it," she said, fanning herself with her hand.
"Upset?" inquired Blaise, one eyebrow arching.
"Upset about what? I'm not some kind of ungrateful guys. If you're protecting me, I'm more grateful than anything. Why would I be upset?"
Upset? Cecily wasn’t one for such dramatics.
"You've been here the whole time?"
"Mhm, before they took you into the room."
Cecily tugged at the corner of her lip, "So you've just been watching the whole show?"
Blaise chuckled, "Yeah, I figured you could handle those people by yourself. If you couldn’t, it'd be your own fault."
Cassian, standing behind his boss, could hardly roll his eyes hard enough.
'Just who was it that wanted to test her, to let her solve the problem on her own, yet was worried sick about her, on the verge of kicking down the door?'
'Boss, are you sure you can win Cecily over with that kind of talk?'
Cecily wasn't in the mood to banter with Blaise; she needed to find a room and take a cold shower.
"Let's chat next time. I've got to go," she said, turning to leave.
Blaise caught her arm, "Running off to where?"
The moment he touched her arm, Blaise sensed something was off. Her arm was burning up, an abnormal kind of hot.
His eyes slightly narrowed, his voice dropped to a chill, "Are you sick?"
Cecily quickly withdrew her hand, "No."
Blaise's expression turned ice-cold, "You think I'm being fooled?"
Cecily's finger pointed to the ground, halting Blaise's approach, "Don't come any closer to me. I'm not feeling well, and I really need to leave right now."
Blaise narrowed his eyes, perplexed as he watched the woman flee like a whirlwind. After a second, he seemed to understand something. Pressing his lips together, he silently followed her, "I'll take you to the hospital."
"No need..."
"Am I asking for your permission?"
...
At that moment, Darian was at the entrance of the hotel. He stepped out of his car with a brooding expression and strode in.
He had called Cecily over and over, but her phone was now turned off.
Damn it.
What was this woman up to?
Was she doing it on purpose, not wanting to be disturbed?
However, if that was the case, she wouldn't be ignoring everyone's calls.
Darian was frantic, his expression growing darker and the coldness in his eyes reaching a boiling point.
Seeing Darian's demeanor, even Ophelia didn’t dare speak the entire way.
She was thrilled inside.
That wretch Cecily was finally going down.
She couldn't believe that Darian could still stand her if he saw her messing around with several men.
With an excited heart, Ophelia followed Darian closely.
Meanwhile, as they entered, a few uniformed police officers also quickly made their way in, showing their badges to the hotel staff who immediately led them to the rooms.
Ophelia clearly heard that the room the police were heading to was the one she had arranged for Cecily, and the charge was soliciting.
Ophelia was even more thrilled.
She hadn't expected Elysia to be so smart this time, even calling the police, making Cecily's fall from grace even more dramatic.
"Darian, Elysia said Miss Cecily's room is 406; let's head straight up," she suggested.
Darian gave Ophelia a strange look, his unease growing.
Room 406.
The police knocked on the door but received no response.
Ophelia could barely contain her smirk, pretending ignorance as she asked the nearby hotel staff, "What happened in this room?"
The hotel staff whispered, "We heard there was someone providing sexual services, and someone called the police."
"Ah?" Ophelia covered her mouth in surprise, unable to believe what she was seeing as she turned to look back at Darian, "Darian, Miss Cecily is still inside..."
Before Ophelia could finish, Darian furrowed his brow and turned to leave.
Perplexed, Ophelia watched Darian walk away and quickly followed after him, "Darian, where are you going?"
"To find Cecily."
"But... isn't Miss Cecily in this room?" Ophelia reached out with both hands to hold onto Darian.
If Darian left now, her plan would be ruined.
She had to make Darian witness the disgraceful scene involving Cecily with his own eyes.
Darian's handsome face took on an ominous cast, "Do you mean she's performing this service or she ordered this service?"
Ophelia bit her lip, increasingly anxious, "I don't know, but we'll find out. What if it really is Miss Cecily? What if... Miss Cecily usually isn't very discreet, it's not like she couldn't do it."
Ophelia was absolutely certain that the person inside was Cecily.
No matter what, she had to keep Darian here.
Darian's dark eyes narrowed, and unexpectedly, he swept Ophelia's hands aside.
She was caught off guard and almost fell to the ground.
"Ophelia, even if you did that, she wouldn't," he said sharply.
That woman wouldn't even let him touch her; how could she stoop to doing such a thing?
Ridiculous.
Ophelia's pupils contracted, and she stood frozen in place, taking a long time to recover.
What had Darian said?
He said that even if Ophelia did that, Cecily wouldn't.
How much did he trust Cecily?
On what basis could he say such a thing about her?
Ophelia's heart was pierced with a fierce pain.
Meanwhile, there had been no sound from the room, and the police asked the hotel staff to open the door, quickly escorting the person inside out.
Ophelia heard a low sobbing sound that was very much like Cecily's voice.
Hope immediately surged in her eyes as she rushed forward recklessly to grab the woman being dragged out, shouting towards Darian, "Darian, it's really Cecily."
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