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Chapter 133 She Was Drugged

"Miss Miller, are you sick?" Mr. Newell asked.

"Oh, I'm fine. I'm just a little dizzy. Maybe I'm overjoyed." Amy did not think too much. She calmed

herself down and smiled at Mr. Newell before going to the bathroom.

After coming out of the bathroom, Amy felt that something was wrong with her. She was dizzy and her

skin was burning up. She washed her face with cold water, but it was useless.

"Miss Miller, Madam asked you to go to Room 808 to have a rest. She already went to rest." A waiter

walked over and said to Amy.

Amy nodded. She was sick and she really needed to find a place to rest.

She turned around and took the elevator to the eighth floor.

As soon as she reached Room 808, she pushed open the door eagerly. She felt so dizzy and so hot.

She was very thirsty and wanted to drink some water.

Why did she feel so similar, just like she did on the wedding night? Was she drugged again?

Amy had a horrible feeling. She wanted to leave, but she found that the door had been locked. A sound

of water came from the bathroom. There was already someone in this room.

Obviously, she was set up. Although she was getting more and more dizzy, she didn't panic. She bit her

finger to stay sober. She bit herself so hard that her finger was bleeding.

She looked vigilantly at the bathroom door. She didn't know who was in the bathroom and was thinking

about how to escape.

Seeing that there was an ashtray on the coffee table, Amy walked over to get it. Her legs were so weak

now. As soon as she approached the coffee table with great difficulty, she tightly held the ashtray in her

hands.

The sound of water stopped. The person inside seemed to be coming out. Sure enough, the bathroom

door opened and a man walked out. He wore a simple T-shirt and shorts, water dripping from his hair.

Amy almost fainted. Her vision was blurred. Even if she bit her finger hard, she couldn't stay sober in

pain.

"Miss Miller?" When the man saw Amy in the room, he was very surprised. The most surprising thing

was that Amy was holding an ashtray and she was not in her right mind.

"Miss Miller, Miss Miller, what's wrong with you?" The man squatted down and helped Amy up.

"Don't come near me. Keep away from me," said Amy with all her strength. She was warning the man,

but her voice was soft and seducing.

"Oh, you have a fever." The man touched Amy's forehead and felt that her skin was burning. And then

he was shocked by what Amy did.

Amy could no longer control herself. She was getting hornier and hornier. She wanted to tear open her

clothes. She felt so hot that she urgently needed something cold. It happened that this man's body was

cold after bathing.

When the man saw Amy leaning over to him, he knew that something was wrong. Someone had

drugged Amy. He was also shocked that someone had the nerve to drug Amy and set them up.

The man carried Amy to the bed. Seeing that she was sick and trying to seduce him, he tore apart the

sheet and tied her up.

"Oh, I feel so bad. I'm sick," Amy muttered softly.

The man's eyes were filled with hatred. Just as he tied Amy up, someone knocked on the door. He was

about to open the door, but he found that the door was locked. He was getting more furious.

With a loud noise, the door was broken. A group of people rushed into the room, including Cathy, Mrs.

Newell, Jacob, William, Allison, Sophia, and many reporters.

This scene was once a painful memory for Amy. She didn't expect that it happened again. When she

saw it, she shed tears.

"Amy, what happened? What's going on?" Mrs. Newell did not fight with Mr. Newell and Amy. Instead,

she ran to Amy and looked at her with concern.

"She was drugged. Are you here to catch us sleeping together?" The man was Mr. Newell. He was livid

with rage.

Cathy walked forward and looked at Amy who was still in her clothes and tied on the bed. Cathy looked

at Mr. Newell gratefully.

"Mr. Newell, why are you in this room with Amy? What are you doing?" The other people asked Mr.

Newell who noticed that Sophia was gloating.

Mr. Newell thought that the waiter must have deliberately spilled the soup on him just now. So he was

asked to go up to take a shower and wait for his clothes to be dry-cleaned. It turned out that he and

Amy were set up. However, they were wrong about him.

"What am I doing? You have seen it, haven't you? You're a reporter, right? Show me what you took."

Mr. Newell was tall and strong. He walked towards a reporter and reached out his hand. He was so Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

aggressive that the reporter could only hand over the camera.

The reporter stuttered, "We haven't taken anything useful yet. We just took a photo of your face and the

young lady on the bed."

Mr. Newell checked other reporters' cameras and found no useful photos. They took no essential

photos to make up the scandal.

"Oh, I'm quite handsome in the photo. You can make it a headline. I've remembered your company

now. Do you want to take a few more? I can put on a good posture." As Mr. Newell spoke, Mrs. Newell

knew that he was angry.

"No, no, no, we're not taking photos anymore. It's all a misunderstanding." The reporters of the tabloid

newspapers all ran away one after another. They had no substantial photos. If their newspaper was

banned, their bosses would kill them.

"Oh, what happened to Amy? Who tied her on the bed?" Sophia pulled Allison over. She was happy to

see Amy feel painful on the bed.

"Go and get a doctor," Mr. Newell said to a waiter.

The waiter quickly went to find the doctor.

Sophia thought she could enjoy the show, but it was ruined by Mr. Newell. She thought that Mrs. Newell

was really useless. She planned this and asked Mrs. Newell to catch them being together, but the latter

was concerned about Amy. Why didn’t Mrs. Newell just slap Amy in the face? What a pity!

Just as Sophia was thinking, she did hear the sound of slapping.