Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 422: Pervert, who is it?

Half an hour later, Elena Raven ran in from outside with her hair disheveled, carrying new clothes.

"Daisy!" she cried with a smoky voice as she threw herself at her, hugging her and sobbing, "I’m sorry!"

Daisy Ginger pushed her away, looking at her disdainfully—her eyeliner smudged like panda eyes, reeking of smoke from who knows where, and clothes all messed up. Critically, she said, "Even if you’re such a mess that you can’t count your fans with ten fingers, please be mindful of your celebrity image. If someone takes a photo of you like this, how embarrassing would that be for me?"

"I spent the whole night at the police station for you," Elena sobbed, "and you’re still looking down on me! Do you know how worried I was about you all night?"

Daisy changed into a new outfit, threw the messy dress she was wearing into the trash can, and replied, "I’m fine..." or so, "By the way, do you know who took me away yesterday?"

Elena looked at her blankly.

Daisy, seeing her clueless look, resignedly withdrew her gaze, "Forget it." If it wasn’t for her pretty face, she would’ve never signed her up in the first place. It’s only been half a year, and she already regrets it...

After breakfast, Daisy and Elena went over their statements in the room.

When she heard that the police had searched the restaurant yesterday and even arrested the producer, she became confused.

night, someone rented a room, undressed her,

Daisy and Elena locked eyes, one wide-eyed, the

it’s such a relief

sobbed, wiping her tears and nose, and reached

I thought I’d never see you again in my

disgust, jumped off the bed, and made a phone call to the hotel service to inquire about the identity of the man

result

her the surveillance, and the ID used to book

was sure it was a man, yet

much, but she still needed to go to the hospital

about to leave the room with Daisy, when she saw Daisy pause, suddenly turn back, and pick

expression turned strange, and she anxiously watched her for a while. Just as she was about to ask what’s wrong, she saw her put down the cigarette butt, frowning and shaking

"Dai—Daisy, what’s wrong?"

lowered her eyes, gently shook her head at her, and didn’t say anything

return to the agency, Daisy drove to the nearby people’s hospital to have a blood test done;

it turned out, she was drugged