"Ma'am! Are you okay? Call an ambulance, hury!"
"Yes, Sir!"
I smiled when I saw the waiter who was beaten by the siopao before with a bruise on his cheek.
"Rellax, chill, I'm not gonna die yet." smiling I said but I am really having a hard time breathing. "F*ck, it hurts like hell." ]
I just went back to reality when the driver retrieved his cellphone from my face. It was only then that I also felt pain in my side.
"Ouch." I moaned weakly and I held to my side. I slowly went to the couch and sat there first. My driver followed me and worriedly turned his gaze to me.
"Don't drink anymore Ma'am, the man who saw you at the bar last night called Mr. Christopher's number and he immediately sent a staff to the club to give you medicine and take you back to this hotel." I really avoided looking. I realized that from the time I landed here in Milan, all I was doing was crazy stuffs.
"What's the name of the guy who saved me?"
