Draven thought about it and felt that it was not impossible. After all, there were so many people here. If he used the beer, he could guarantee that she would not be able to make a sound throughout the whole process.
He glanced at the man who came up with an idea and said, "You have a lot of ideas... Well, I'll let you have some fun after I'm done with it."
Although the man looked down on Sara's appearance, his snow-white skin was really attractive. He hurriedly nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Stokes!"
Draven waved to a waiter and stuffed a few banknotes for him. "Go and tell the lady that the lady who came with her fainted in the bathroom. Please invite her to go there."
The waiter accepted the money, but he didn't care what these people wanted to do. He immediately nodded and agreed, "Okay."
... "Freya fainted?" Sara stood up. "What's going on?"
The waiter said, "I don't know the details. Our supervisor asked me to call you because you came with the young lady. Please see what you should do."
Sara said, "Take me to have a look."
The waiter nodded. "Okay."
The outside of the bathroom was quiet. The bathroom was not far away and it would take half a minute to get there. Just as the waiter was about to walk inside, Sara stopped.
The waiter turned around in surprise. "What's wrong?"
Sara looked at the bathroom in front of her.
The apartment of the Johnson family was luxurious. The private room on the top floor was decorated in a magnificent way, and even the bathroom was filled with spices. A pot of white orchid with blooming flowers was placed at the door. The air was filled with a faint fragrance, and the floor was seen clearly.
She asked suspiciously, "Why didn't you bring him out?"
No matter how clean the toilet was, and how they found someone fainted in the toilet, they dared not say anything in other places. But in such a place, the first thing the waiter should do was to bring the guests out. After all, the guests who came today were either rich or noble. Maybe they were the friends of Miss Johnson. How dare the service staff of the second floor of the toilet be so rude and let the guests continue to lie on the floor of the toilet?
The waiter's face froze and he said, "... We haven't had time yet."
Sara had a soft personality and was not stupid. He immediately realized that something was wrong and immediately turned around to leave. He wanted to go to the private room to find Freya, but when she turned around, she found that there were several men standing behind her. They were all dressed like gangsters. Draven, who had just spoken to her, was also there. He looked well-dressed and smiled at her. "Miss, nice to meet you."
Sara pursed her lips and wanted to go around. A man smiled cheekily and held her. "Hey, Miss, our Mr. Stokes is greeting you. Why don't you talk to him? It's too disrespectful of you to respect Mr. Stokes, Isn't it?"
Sara raised his head. "What are you guys trying to do?"
The man did not answer. Instead, he looked at Draven and said, "Mr. Stokes, you have a good eye. Your voice is small and squeaky. You must be very energetic when you shout. Let's have a share later."
Draven was very generous. "Okay."
Sara finally understood what was going on. His face instantly turned pale. "You... You..." She took two steps back before she realized that the waiter who had brought her here was nowhere to be seen.
Draven smiled and said, "Miss, what if you cooperate a little more? We brothers are more gentle, or we may hurt somewhere, and it will be bad, won't it?"
As he spoke, he walked slowly forward and took out a handkerchief from his pocket, with a polite smile on his face. "Don't be afraid. If you're obedient, I won't do anything to you."
Sara's back was already against the wall, and the cold feeling passed through her skin directly to the deepest part of her heart. She gritted her teeth and said, "This is the birthday party. You..." "Don't worry, Miss. She's still busy and doesn't have time to pay attention to us." Draven had already approached and suddenly reached out to cover Sara's mouth and nose with the handkerchief. Although Sara didn't know what was sprayed on it, he subconsciously hid. Draven couldn't hit Sara and scolded him. He was about to force Sara to stop him. Sara pursed his lips and stuck a needle into his acupoint the moment he pounced on him. Draven felt a sharp pain and half of his arm couldn't move, and the handkerchief fell to the ground.
Sara breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she always remembered Caroline's advice that she must bring a silver needle when she went out. Not only could she treat the patient, but it could also be used for self-defense.
She just wanted to take this opportunity to run out, but Draven responded quickly and immediately roared, "Why are you still standing there?! Hurry up and catch this little bitch!"
Hearing this, the rest of the people immediately rushed to Sara. Sara was weak since he was a child, so he couldn't learn any means of self-defense. Before long, he was controlled by a few people. Draven cursed several times with his hands covering his arms, and he looked at Sara sinisterly. "I really underestimated you."
Sara was terrified, but his voice was still calm. "There's a monitor here! You'll pay the price!"
"A monitor?" Draven seemed to have heard something funny. "Miss, this is a private room. How can there be a monitor?" He said viciously, "Even if I handle you here, no one will. Do you understand?"
Sara bit her lip tightly.
She had never thought that she would encounter such a thing. The first thought that came to her mind was not to find the master of today's birthday party to Scarlet, but... Hank.
Even though he knew that it was impossible for Hank to be here, he became bolder when he thought of this name.
She tightly pinched the silver needles in her hand and was thinking about how to get away when a clear voice suddenly sounded, "What are you doing?"
Sara turned his head and his eyes lit up. "Alex! Alex, save me!"
Because of the mess at home, Alex was tripped, so she came late. She didn't expect to see this scene as soon as she went upstairs. He wouldn't care about it at ordinary times. After all, it was most likely that she was willing to fight and suffer. But today, she didn't know why, so she asked.
When he saw that it was Sara who was being held hostage, he immediately narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Let her go."
They looked at Draven.
Draven also scolded in his heart. He didn't expect to meet someone familiar to this little bitch. He looked at Alex up and down and found that she was unfamiliar with him. She should not be a powerful person. Alex had never heard of this name before, so he immediately laughed and said, "Brat, don't meddle in your business. Don't play the trick of a hero saving a beauty."
Alex's phoenix-like eyes, which looked gentle, narrowed slightly and had an inexplicable sharpness. He stared at Draven and said, "I'll say it again. Let her go."