Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet
Chapter 382 Asking Him For Help

Chapter 382 Asking Him for Help

Outside the compartment, Laura wanted to call George and ask where the car was.

He'd mentioned before they came that if they had travel problems getting back, they could give him a call and he'd send a car over.

But before she could even make the call, she felt her head swim.

Her vision blurred and the world spun around her.

Laura closed her eyes and shook her head.

Mr. Jude was walking in front. Seeing her state, he stopped, his tones concerned. "What's wrong, Miss Davies? Are you ill?"

"Oh... it's nothing, I must have had too much to drink. I'm fine."

"I think you've had too much to drink as well. You were slamming them down tonight. How about this! Where do you live? I'll take you back." As he spoke, he tried to put a hand on her shoulder.

Laura hurriedly took a step back and managed a smile. "No need, Mr. Jude. I can get a taxi back."

"That won't do, will it? A lone girl getting a taxi at a time like this isn't safe. I can take you back!"

"There really is no need, Mr. Jude! What are you doing? Let go of me!"

Mr. Jude had wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her up against him. Laura struggled desperately.

At this moment, Mr. Jude had lost every ounce of patience and torn off his mask of a gentle, well-mannered merchant, revealing his true colors.

With his arm around Laura, he sneered, "Give it a rest! What are you doing playing dumb at a time like this? Don't think I'm so ignorant I would know. There isn't a single clean one of you actresses. What haven't you done to get to your position? Don't worry! One night with me, and the next show I invest in will definitely have you as the female lead! That is, if you service me nice and proper tonight!"

With that, he grinned lewdly and bent down to kiss the girl on the mouth.

Laura felt her stomach turn as the man's lips drew close. The heavy stench of tobacco and alcohol invaded her nostrils, making her want to vomit.

"Mr. Jude! Don't do this! Let go of me!"

"Let go of you? Ha! Even if I let you go now, could you still stand up straight?"

Mr. Jude leered, while Laura's heart jolted.

A sense of numbness rose from her gut and only took a few seconds to spread throughout her body.

Her limbs grew incredibly weak while her head turned dizzyingly. A heat spread out from from the inside of her body, forcing her to slide downwards.

Damnit!

She seemed to have been drugged!

Laura wasn't the sort of damsel who'd grown up in a greenhouse. If she still didn't understand what was going at this point, she wasn't worth her two decades of life. Seeing her limp form, Mr. Jude shickered, pleased, the fat flesh on his face collecting into a lump, almost hiding his beady little eyes from view.

"Don't worry, Miss Davies, I'll give you some sweet loving tonight. Come here, baby!"

With that, he reached out inside her clothes with his greasy, blubbery hands.

Laura was both shocked and scared. In the opening when he reached out, she bent her knee and kicked him square in the crotch, then pushed him off and ran off. "Agh! You bitch! You kicked me!"

"Mr. Jude, what's wrong?" The bodyguards behind him ran up.

"What are you doing just standing around? She's running! Chase her!"

The bodyguards looked at the direction Laura had fled and stared at each other.

Furious. Mr. Jude hammered his fist down on each of their heads. "Have you all gone deaf? If you don't get your hands on her today, you can all pack up your shit and piss off! Hear me?" Only then did the bunglers react and respond, "Yes, sir!"

They left Mr. Jude behind and chased out.

Laura ran for her life.

Even though her feet were numb and weak, she knew that she hadn't held back with that kick.

If Mr. Jude got his hands on her tonight, she was done for!

So she had to escape.

Thinking of that, she hurriedly ran in front of the elevator and pressed the button.

But before the elevator could arrive, there came angry shouts from behind. "Stop right there!"

Laura's pupils expanded as she turned around and saw the bodyguards chasing her.

There were still plenty of guests in the hotel. Seeing the situation, they looked on, but none of them seemed like they were going to help.

Laura felt a chill and looked back at the elevator. It was only at the second floor.

At this rate, she'd be caught even before the elevator arrived.

What was she supposed to do?

She burned with panic. Seeing the people approach, she couldn't think about it too much and ran towards the other side.

She didn't know how long she'd run when she ran headfirst into a rock-hard chest.

"Sir, please help me! There's people chasing after me!"

She didn't even have time to look up to see who it was as she clutched at his clothes and babbled.

A shocked voice came from above. "You?"

Laura started.

She looked up and saw Max's frustratingly handsome face, covered with a smug smile.

"Oho, what's this? If you want to throw yourself into my arms, pick a place. With that many people there, what kind of scene are you trying to make?"

He said, and tutted at her teasingly as he took her hands off his suit's collar.

Laura hadn't thought she'd meet him here, either.

The things he said made her want to slap him silly, but at a time like this, it was better to meet him than meeting someone else.

At least, there was a voice deep in her telling her that, as bad as Max was, he just had a big mouth, and would never take advantage of her.

With that in mind, she suppressed the urge to retort, grabbing at him again, crying out desperately, "Max, help me."

Only then did Max notice there was something off with the girl.

Her cheeks were red, her forehead was beading with sweat, her breaths were shallow and swift, and her whole body was limp.

Lifting his head, he saw several men in black running over.

"That's her! She's there, grab her!"

His eyes darkened instantly.

Taking the girl up in his arms, his thin lips parted. "Barnes!"

"Yes, young master!"

A well-built man walked out behind him.

Max hadn't given any orders, but a single glance put his meaning across entirely.

Barnes walked towards the bodyguards.

Together with Max were a few CEOs of listed companies. Seeing this scene, they were all somewhat confused.

Unable to put the pieces together, they asked curiously, "What's going on?"

Max frowned.

Shrugging inside, he wondered how the heck he was supposed to know?

It had to be some trouble this woman got herself into!

He shot a grumbling look at the woman in his arms, then found that she'd lost consciousness and was collapsed in his arms, sweat all over her forehead, her face unbelievably red.

His gut jolted.

Max was used to hanging around places of ill repute. Seeing her current state, he didn't need to check to get a basic grasp of what had gone down.

His handsome features instantly turned dark, his eyes growing colder than ice.

Damnit! The scum! They drugged her!