At the moment, Maria was feeling more than dizzy— her legs felt like they were about to give out, and her whole body felt weak. The hand around her neck, which was cutting off her oxygen, was making matters worse.
Finally, somebody understood the gravity of the situation and tried to pry away Mr. Zong from Maria, but the drunk man did not let go. Instead, he forced the contents of the glass into her mouth. "Drink, you bitch!"
Wine flowed out of the corners of her mouth, sluicing down her chin and neck and wetting her blouse.
Not satisfied, Mr. Zong grabbed the entire bottle and poured wine straight down her throat.
"This isn't going to end well. Quick! Help me pull Mr. Zong away from Ms. Song!" Several people teamed up, but the man couldn't be moved.
Tears flowed down Maria's cheeks as she choked on the alcohol. Never had she been treated so badly by anyone, except for James, since she came back to H City.
At that moment, her helplessness was quickly replaced with anger. Gritting her teeth, she moved through her dizziness and grabbed the bottle of alcohol from the man forcing her. Then, without the least amount of hesitation, she smashed it against Mr. Zong's head.
"Argh!" the man cried out in pain, finally letting go of the shaken woman and falling to his knees on the floor.
Maria propped herself against the table and stood up straight. Catching someone in the act of slinking out of the private room, she snapped, "Everyone in here has something to do with this. None of you can leave!"
Starting from her invitation to this banquet to being drugged and forced to drink, it was obvious that everything had been premeditated.
The man who was about to slip away retorted innocently, "What are you talking about? I have nothing to do with you or this situation!"
"Am I supposed to believe you because you said so? Stop! Set one foot out that door, and I will snap your head off." Maria looked around to find her phone, intending to call for help, but it was nowhere to be found.
"You think you can take on all eight of us by yourself?"
Maria sneered, "Huh! I have fought twenty-eight people all at once. If I find out that you're involved, I swear I can take down eighty people, let alone you eight!"
The man ordered his assistant, "Go and call the bodyguards!"
"Understood."
Maria looked at the man who tried to pull Mr. Zong off her earlier and said, "Please do me a favor. Lock the door and keep it closed. Don't let anyone in!"
Intimidated by the fierceness in her eyes, the man went and did what he was told, forgetting that he was a senior executive of a company.
Mr. Zong struggled to get up from the floor, intending to hit Maria, but she moved a lot faster than he was.
There was a loud crash, which was immediately followed by another scream of pain.
This time, the bottle shattered into pieces. Blood flowed down from a gash on the man's head where the bottle hit.
Holding the broken bottle, Maria gritted her teeth and pressed one of the jagged edges into her thigh. A hiss of pain escaped her. The sting sobered her up somewhat.
Mr. Zong lay incapacitated on the floor for some time.
Maria's beautiful eyes were red-rimmed. Giving the private room's occupants a sweeping glance, she demanded, "Who took a part in it? Who drugged me? Tell me!"
"What drug?" They looked at each other, confusion apparent on their faces.
The couple who had left before everything happened suddenly came to Maria's mind. 'Did Colby and Rosa plot against me?'
"Who ordered the dishes for this dinner?"
The man who went to block the door-Mr. Fu-raised his hand weakly. He was also the one who invited her to dinner. "It was me. But Ms. Song, I extend the invitation to you for the sake of DS Group. As you could see, everyone present today is involved in a certain capacity in the project. Nobody could have expected such an unfortunate to occur."
The thought of offending James had him shaking in fear.
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