Even though she'd been too groggy and half-conscious to see all that had happened back there in the hotel, she knew that Max had saved her.
In the car, in his arms, she found the strength to say, "Thank you."
Max looked down at her.
He was out here today to talk business, and hadn't been in a good mood, so there weren't any women around him. He hadn't thought he'd meet her here.
In this state, no less.
Wasn't she shooting a show? Why was she with those scumbags?
It wasn't that he didn't know about the hidden rules of the entertainment business. He also knew that some people liked to fool around with actresses for the attention.
There was consent on both sides for those things, and he didn't pay too much attention to the exchanges of power and sex.
Even in Annie International, such things had happened. So long as both sides agreed to it, most of the time people kept one eye open and the other shut, and no one butted in.
After all, it was a rough world out there, and not everyone was a saint.
He'd never thought, though, that it'd happen to her one day.
Looking at the flushing, almost unconscious woman in his arms, his knuckles whitened, his only regret being that he'd been too soft and hadn't crippled that Jude fellow right then and there!
But that was fine, he could cripple him later!
There was no rush, he could take his time!
First, to figure out what had gone down today.
With that in mind, he lightly slapped her face.
"Hey, Davies, quit playing dead. Get up and tell me what's going on, will you?"
Laura's eyes were closed and she didn't respond at all.
Max frowned, dissatisfied.
He didn't want to believe that Laura was the sort of person who could throw away her pride and reputation to sell her own appearance and body to drink with that sort of crusty old man.
But looking at the way she was now, he probably wouldn't get any answers.
So Max didn't ask too much about it and drove her to the hospital.
Laura didn't stay unconscious for too long.
She woke after about two hours.
Opening her eyes, she looked at the white ceiling, and it took a few seconds for her to realize where she was.
As expected, she turned around and saw that man walking in through the doorway.
"You're awake?"
Max's face was cold, and his tones were unfriendly.
Laura blinked and supported herself as she stood.
"Why am I in the hospital? Did you take me here?"
Max smirked mockingly. "If I hadn't taken you to the hospital, was I supposed to let you fool around with me and use me as an antidote?"
Laura blinked and looked at him, a little confused.
"I was fooling around with you?"
"What do you think?"
"Uh..."
To be honest, even though she'd been drugged and drunk, the drug wasn't strong, so her memory was muddled, but it hadn't cut off.
She remembered getting saved by Max and getting groggily into his car, but she didn't remember putting moves on him.
She was confident in her self-restraint.
Besides...
She looked at Max's feminine, ridiculously delicate face.
She didn't like ladyboys.
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