Dominate Showbiz: Media Tycoon Discovered My Talent-Chapter 116: Save the Day

Knock, knock, knock.

"Your Negroni, miss," came the voice from behind the door.

The two guards exchanged glances, then looked to their boss, who was now lighting a cigarette nonchalantly as he lounged back on the couch once more.

Across from him, Kaija sat unmoving, her head slightly inclined.

The shot had begun to take effect. Her legs felt heavy as lead, sinking into the floor. She could no longer tell where her body ended and the ground began.

"You," Max said, pointing the cigarette at the man on his left. "When she’s fully out, carry her to my room."

Then he turned to the other guard. "And you, help your friend with the door and her belongings. Make it look like she got wasted and you’re just helping her back to her room."

Then he gestured toward the door. "Let the waiter boy in. I’m going to stay and enjoy that Negroni she won’t be tasting for quite a while. Make sure you cuff her hands to my bed and leave the key on the dining table before you go."

"Yes, sir," both men replied in unison.

The man on the left remained standing, watching Kaija closely as he waited for her eyes to fully close, while the other quickly gathered her hat and sunglasses.

When his hand reached for the plastic cup on the table, he hesitated. "Uh... what about this thing, sir?"

Max frowned. "Are you stupid? Just toss that sugary shit in the trash on your way out."

"Yes, my apologies, sir," the man said quickly, grabbing the cup and heading for the door.

The door clicked open.

Juho stepped inside with the ruby-red cocktail balanced on a tray, an orange peel garnish resting against the rim of the rocks glass.

He walked toward the table with the same measured composure as before, his gaze lowered to the tray.

One of the guards was now standing close to Kaija by the couch instead of near the door, and that alone told him something had gone wrong while he’d been out of the room.

When he bent to set the drink down and his eyes flicked toward Kaija, his breath caught.

Her eyelids drooped halfway shut now, the blue of her irises unfocused, stripped of all light. One side of her face was faintly red, contrasting with the pale skin on the other.

The glass touched the table in one smooth motion, as if he hadn’t noticed a thing. Then he turned to Max Kosonen lounging comfortably across from her, his face settling into a professional smile.

"Negroni for your lady friend, sir," he said evenly. "Though she seems unwell. Shall I bring her some warm water or something?"

Max took a slow drag from his cigarette and exhaled, before easing back into a smile. "She’s perfectly fine. Just had a long day before coming here. No need to worry, boy. Just leave the drink. I’ll take good care of it."

He cast one last glance at Kaija’s face, her eyes now fully closed, before turning to the guards. "Gentlemen, help my friend to her room, will you? She could really use some rest."

"Yes, sir," the guard closest replied, bending down to scoop her into his arms before heading for the door.

"Then I’ll excuse myself as well, sir," Juho said brightly, remaining by the table as he pretended to tidy the empty glasses like a dutiful waiter. "If you need another drink, please press the service button."

The moment he followed the two guards out of the room and the door clicked shut, the bright smile vanished at once.

The tiny red, puffy puncture on the porcelain skin of her thigh, where the needle had pierced her, didn’t escape his sharp eyes.

Those eyes now hardened into cold blades as they fixed on the backs of the two guards walking away.

When Juho had returned with the drink, he’d planned to spill it all over Max Kosonen’s pants, force the man into the restroom to clean himself up, then deal with the two guards and get Kaija out through the emergency exit smoothly, silently.

Given how many men were stationed outside the entrance, and how this location was a hotspot in the network, he couldn’t call in his own men without causing a scene big enough to reach his father’s ears.

But now that he finally understood what Max Kosonen had intended to do with her, luring her here, knocking her out, then hauling her to a suite a few floors down, clearly prepped with all sorts of bondage equipment and cameras...

His heel turned quietly toward the emergency exit, his face darkening into something murderous.

He could already feel his blood run cold all over again.

Three floors below the gentlemen’s club, the elevator doors slid open and the two guards stepped out, the girl still lying unconscious in their arms.

As they walked side by side, the shorter one, who was holding her belongings, finally muttered over his shoulder, "Yo, mate. Is it just me, or did the air suddenly get chilly after we left the lounge?"

The taller one flicked him a glance, whispering back, "You felt that too? Thought I was imagining it. No, actually, I already got chills the moment this bitch told us exactly where to inject her. Wasn’t she supposed to scream and cry?"

"Yeah, mate," the shorter man shook his head. "She called herself a helpless girl? No fucking way. This bitch’s even crazier than our boss." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Why haven’t you tossed that drink yet?" the taller asked, his gaze landing on the plastic cup in his friend’s hand.

"Oh, this?" the shorter replied, lifting the bag slightly. "I’m a Boba World fan, mate. Be a waste to throw it out. Just need to add some ice and I can enjoy it just fine. She wasn’t gonna get to enjoy it anyway."

THWACK!

A blow slammed straight into the shorter man’s face with full force just as they reached the T-junction between the main corridor and the emergency exit.

Before he could even see who struck him, he was yanked by the lapel and dragged around the corner, another punch crashing into his temple.

"Hey! Who the fuck are you?!" the taller man shouted as he watched his friend get smashed, frozen between helping him and holding the unconscious girl.

The man who’d dragged his partner into the turn wore a black hoodie, his back turned, his face hidden.

A third punch landed, and the shorter guard collapsed to the floor, unmoving.

Reluctantly, the taller guard lowered the girl to the floor.

He frantically lunged at the attacker’s back, only to take a sharp elbow to the face that sent him stumbling backward.

He clutched his face with both hands, groaning in pain, but he wasn’t spared a single second to catch his breath. The attacker seized him by the hair, yanked his head back, then drove a knee into his face with brutal precision, knocking him out cold.

Soon, the two guards laid unconscious side by side on the cold floor of the turn.

The girl was scooped up in the attacker’s arms, her belongings along with the boba tea bag already clutched in his hand, before the two of them soundlessly disappeared behind the emergency exit’s door.