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My Wife Is So Sweet (Natalia Dawson) novel Chapter 382

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.

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