After drinking three glasses of wine, Diana’s cheeks turned rosy, and she began to feel a little dizzy. She jumped into the business talk with a smile on her red lips. “Hey, everyone, thanks for joining me. I’m here to ask for a favor. I really hope you’ll reconsider canceling the contract. If your companies are having issues, let me know. Emerald Artists Agency has your back; we’ll work it out.”
The men exchanged glances. They all seemed to share the same thought in the dimly lit room. They smiled, and one of them spoke up. “Well, there’s still some room for negotiation. We’re not trying to be difficult. If you stay and have a few drinks with us, we might just reconsider our partnership with Emerald Artists Agency.”
Diana quickly understood. They were just looking for an excuse to mess with her. With Bianca still on her mind, Diana gathered her strength. She shook her head, raised her glass, and toasted to each man one by one. But they kept pushing her to drink more, finding excuses to do so.
Even though Diana could handle her alcohol, she couldn’t keep up with all the toasts. After a few rounds, she felt her stomach sloshing with wine and her body heating up.
With a forced smile, she stood up and said, “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” She hurried off and leaned over the sink, starting to throw up. Before she knew it, the whole restroom smelled of vomit.
During the day, Diana had been too busy managing the company and taking care of Bianca to eat. So, all she had in her stomach was wine. After throwing up, her stomach just burned even more.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her hair was a mess. She looked like a total wreck.
Desperate to sober up, she splashed some water on her face.
With Bianca injured and in the hospital, Diana knew she had to keep things together for the company. She couldn’t afford to fall apart now.
The men dropped their act after Diana left the room, and all flashed creepy smiles.
One of them spat on the floor and grinned. “Wow, this woman is hot. She’s got a slim waist, a full chest, and a great figure. She’s stunning.”
Another man, lounging on the sofa, asked casually, “What’s her background? Can we have a little more fun with her?”
One of them laughed, a sly grin on his face. “Don’t worry, I checked her out before coming. It turns out that she’s just the daughter of somebody. She has no real connections and is just a newbie. So, let’s just have some fun with her.”
“Looks like she’s asking for it, trying to get us to help her. And even if something goes wrong, she won’t cause any trouble. Plus, Emerald Artists Agency is already on shaky ground with the Evans Group. It’s probably going to shut down soon anyway. Does this girl actually think we’ll help her? It’s laughable. Who’s crazy enough to go against the Evans Group?”
They all laughed again, their voices full of dark amusement.
“Let’s just have some fun with her while we can.”
“This one seems like she’ll be worth it. Save me a spot in line. I’m going to take the first turn,” another man said with a sleazy tone.
“Why should you go first? I was the one who agreed to come here first. I’m going first,” another man protested roughly.
They all laughed wildly, speaking in disturbing, lewd terms about Diana, expressing their twisted desire to touch her.
Diana, the woman they were talking about, had no idea what kind of trouble was coming her way.
At the end of the corridor on the club’s second floor, a window was half-open, letting in a breeze. A young man leaned against the window, holding a cigarette that was about to burn out.
Brandon had come to the club to relax, but after drinking too much wine and getting into some arguments with his business partners, he ended up with a headache. He left the crowd behind and stepped outside alone to get some fresh air while smoking a cigarette.
After finishing his cigarette, Brandon rubbed his temple with his cold fingers. Just as he headed back to the private room, he saw a familiar face step out of the restroom. It was Diana.
She didn’t notice Brandon as she took a few steps forward, then turned around, pulled open a door, and headed into the private room at the end of the corridor.
Brandon frowned as he checked his watch and saw it was nearly midnight. He couldn’t shake the thought of what Diana might be doing here so late.
Curious, he started to walk out but hesitated for a moment.
After a few seconds, he muttered, “This woman is such a troublemaker.”
Brandon couldn’t ignore it any longer. It was late, and he had no idea what Diana was doing there. He could feel the danger.
He also noticed that Diana was walking unsteadily-she was clearly drunk.
Brandon quickly called over a passing waitress, gave her a tip, and asked, “Can you check the innermost room and let me know what you find?”
Brandon, a popular singer known for his good looks and smooth voice, caught the waitress off guard. She blushed and nodded, almost mesmerized by him, before rushing off.
While waiting, Brandon paced nervously, smoking two cigarettes before the waitress returned with an update.
“The group of men is forcing a woman to drink, and they’re all a bit drunk,” the waitress reported.
Brandon’s face darkened as he asked, “Is the woman alone?”
“Yes.”
Brandon felt worried about her. He dropped his cigarette and hurried to the room where Diana was.
Inside, three men forced Diana to drink while the others whispered among themselves.
“We underestimated her. This woman is tougher than we thought. I can feel the alcohol, but she’s barely even flushed.”
“Look at that! She can outdrink Alfred.”
Alfred, the man they mentioned, was slumped over the table, unconscious.
The men were surprised by Diana’s boldness and high tolerance for alcohol. It seemed the woman who had dared to invite them out alone was truly something.
Diana struggled to stay steady, refusing to let the alcohol take control. Even though she felt dizzy, she knew she couldn’t collapse. The private room was full of men with bad intentions, and she knew exactly what would happen if she lost consciousness.
At this point, a man grabbed the bottle and shoved it into Diana’s hand, dropping any pretense and forcing her to drink.
“Drink it,” he demanded.