The car sped wildly before finally coming to a stop outside the hotel.
Qiao Ruoxin pushed the door open and stepped out, but after just one step, the man grabbed her wrist.
"Qiao Ruoxin, you should know your status. With your current popularity, if this gets blown up, you'll be completely ruined and will have to roll out of the entertainment circle."
Suppressing the nausea in her heart, she followed the man into the hotel lobby and into the elevator.
Then, just as the elevator doors were about to open, she lifted the hem of her dress and viciously stomped her ten-centimeter high heel onto the foot of the man behind her.
With a ding-dong, the elevator doors opened.
Ignoring the man's screams of agony from behind her, she walked out of the elevator without looking back.
Qiao Ruoxin began to frantically search for her phone in her bag.
Suddenly!
"Ah! Get off!"
She was grabbed from behind by the man, who forcefully dragged her towards the presidential suite.
