Chapter 700 - Chapter 700: Chapter 700: Something's Wrong with the Champagne
Chapter 700: Chapter 700: Something’s Wrong with the Champagne
Rong Yan knew she had been set up and, fearing there were still things lying in wait for her, she declined, “This is AQ’s first celebration party; you are their celebrated talent, leaving early would easily offend people. Just listen to me, stay here and don’t wander off. Leave immediately when it’s over.”
Qi Yue felt the searing heat from the skin on her hand and, with a nervous whisper, clutched it, “Miss Rong, should I make a call to Estelle for you, to come pick you up?”
Rong Yan’s skin temperature felt like a fever had taken hold, her breathing heavy—she likely understood what was happening.
She shook her head at Qi Yue, “Estelle coming is pointless.”
Rong Weiwei dared to commit such a heinous act; she had not anticipated failure today.
There was definitely still something lying in wait for her!
Qi Yue, her face filled with worry, changed color, “What should we do?”
Neither option was viable; she couldn’t just watch Miss Rong meet with disaster, right!?
Rong Yan was calmer than she was, stopping her, “It’s okay, calm down first and don’t let others notice anything wrong with me. I’ll go out first to see if I can leave this place.”
She couldn’t stay any longer as her limbs had begun to feel weak and powerless. If she stayed, Rong Weiwei would probably come over and directly take her away from Qi Yue’s side.
Qi Yue was a newcomer and, even with her support, she was no match for Rong Weiwei.
Not to mention Rong Weiwei’s status and identity were evident, people unaware of the facts would side with Rong Weiwei just because they shared the same surname.
Qi Yue certainly couldn’t protect her!
Rong Yan made up her mind and quickly left the private room. There was no signal in the private room, and only when she reached the corridor did her phone show service. As soon as there was signal, Rong Yan immediately made a call to Li Shengxiao.
“Dudu…”
The phone rang seven or eight times, but no one answered on the other end.
Rong Yan’s legs turned to jelly and she was barely able to stand. She braced herself and made another call, but still, no one answered.
No, the effect of the drug was taking hold too fast; she wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer!
Rong Yan didn’t wait to get through on the phone, but instead sent a text message.
[Li Shengxiao, I’m at Jinxiu Hotel, can you come get me now? Immediately.]
The message had just been sent when two towering shadows were cast in front of her. They snatched her phone from her hands and said expressionlessly, “Miss Rong, you’re drunk. Let us take you to the VIP room to sober up a bit.”
Rong Yan watched her phone be suddenly taken, then turned to see two clearly well-trained men blocking her way, effectively barring her escape, and she scoffed, “And if I refuse?”
The two men, dressed in hotel staff uniforms, seemed as if they were ordinary employees showing concern for a ‘drunk’ guest, “Miss Rong, you are a valued guest of our hotel. We should provide you with the best service. You’re drunk, so please come with us to the VIP hotel to sober up.”
Taking a deep breath, Rong Yan took a step back, and tore away their facade, “Did Rong Weiwei send you?”
“What does she want to do?”
Rong Weiwei’s intentions, as the drug took effect, were already clear in her mind.
She had asked only to divert the men’s attention.
Rong Yan was about to reach for the anesthetic needles she carried when she realized that she was wearing a sleeveless dress today. She usually tied the needles around her wrist, but now her arms were bare—where could she find a needle now?