novelraw Chapter 422: Pervert, who is it?
Chapter 422: Pervert, who is it?
Half an hour later, Elena Raven ran in from outside with her hair disheveled, carrying new clothes.
"Daisy!" she cried with a smoky voice as she threw herself at her, hugging her and sobbing, "I’m sorry!"
Daisy Ginger pushed her away, looking at her disdainfully—her eyeliner smudged like panda eyes, reeking of smoke from who knows where, and clothes all messed up. Critically, she said, "Even if you’re such a mess that you can’t count your fans with ten fingers, please be mindful of your celebrity image. If someone takes a photo of you like this, how embarrassing would that be for me?"
"I spent the whole night at the police station for you," Elena sobbed, "and you’re still looking down on me! Do you know how worried I was about you all night?"
Daisy changed into a new outfit, threw the messy dress she was wearing into the trash can, and replied, "I’m fine..." or so, "By the way, do you know who took me away yesterday?"
Elena looked at her blankly.
Daisy, seeing her clueless look, resignedly withdrew her gaze, "Forget it." If it wasn’t for her pretty face, she would’ve never signed her up in the first place. It’s only been half a year, and she already regrets it...
After breakfast, Daisy and Elena went over their statements in the room.
When she heard that the police had searched the restaurant yesterday and even arrested the producer, she became confused.
Last night, someone rented a room, undressed her, but did nothing... who was the pervert?
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Daisy and Elena locked eyes, one wide-eyed, the other small-eyed.
"Wahh, Daisy, it’s such a relief you’re okay."
Elena sobbed, wiping her tears and nose, and reached out to hug her.
"I was so scared, wahhh, I thought I’d never see you again in my life."
Daisy pushed away the silly girl in disgust, jumped off the bed, and made a phone call to the hotel service to inquire about the identity of the man who brought her there yesterday.
But the result was disappointing.
The hotel refused to show her the surveillance, and the ID used to book the room was her own.
She was sure it was a man, yet he hadn’t left a trace.
"Let’s go." Daisy didn’t dwell on it further; she hadn’t lost much, but she still needed to go to the hospital for a test.
Elena climbed off the bed, about to leave the room with Daisy, when she saw Daisy pause, suddenly turn back, and pick up a cigarette butt from the crystal ashtray on the coffee table.
Seeing the cigarette butt, Daisy’s expression turned strange, and she anxiously watched her for a while. Just as she was about to ask what’s wrong, she saw her put down the cigarette butt, frowning and shaking her head.
"Dai—Daisy, what’s wrong?"
Daisy lowered her eyes, gently shook her head at her, and didn’t say anything more as she opened the door and left.
First telling Elena to return to the agency, Daisy drove to the nearby people’s hospital to have a blood test done; the results came out quickly, with traces of aphrodisiacs present.
As it turned out, she was drugged last night.
But mysteriously, the effects had somehow worn off on their own.
On the way back, Daisy sat in the car, recalling the dream she had last night.
She dreamed of a familiar man, who lowered his head and looked at her with deep and calm eyes.
That gaze was somewhat nostalgic to her.
Perhaps it was because, during her stupor, she smelled that familiar male scent that made her dream of him at such a moment.
Daisy took out a cigarette and bit it on her lip, smiling faintly.
Maybe it’s because over the years, he was the only man she had, that when drugged, her subconscious mind recalled his scent.