The Lord Mayor Falls in Love with Me

Chapter 297: Suspicion

"What's wrong with you? I'll take you to the hospital immediately."

Joey was shocked by Samantha's strange behavior. As she spoke, she was trying to help Samantha

out.

"No ... I don't want to go to the hospital... I... I can't go..."

Unexpectedly, Samantha pushed Joey away. She leaned against the wall and panted heavily before

rummaging her bag with trembling hands. However, she didn't find what she needed even after

emptying out her bag. Now she didn't even have the strength to stand.

"What are you looking for? Tell me. I can help you..."

Looking at Samantha, Joey couldn't tell whether she was sad. Anyway, she felt uncomfortable.

"It's not in my bag... It has been used up... I'm going home... Take me home..."

Her face was almost twisted together by great pain. She tightly grabbed onto Joey's clothes and

pleaded intermittently.

"Alright, I'll take you home."

Joey agreed almost without hesitation. Then, she helped Samantha out of the sushi restaurant,

stopped a taxi, and headed straight for the Moore's.

On the way there, the driver kept peeking through the mirror at Joey and Samantha in the back seat.

Samantha's face was pale. From time to time, her body twitched and she let out a low roar from her

throat. If Joey hadn't been hugging her tightly, Samantha would have gone crazy.

Noting that the young driver kept looking at them, Joey said somewhat unhappily, "Sir, what are you

looking at? My friend is sick and has no medicine on her. Please concentrate and drive faster."

The young driver hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "Madam, your friend doesn't seem to

have a seizure. It seems to be the recurrence of drug addiction. My degenerate cousin has gone astray

and taken drugs. Every time he craves for drugs, he acts exactly the same as your friend does..."

Joey was enlightened by him and could no longer pay attention to what the driver was saying.

Just like he had mentioned, Samantha didn't seem to have a relapse. It was exactly the recurrence of

drug addiction.

Joey's heart sank. Suddenly, she was at a loss for a word.

The car stopped at the Moore's. After getting paid, the driver left immediately, apparently not wanting to

have anything to do with any addict. Samantha was almost exhausted by the torture of desire.

However, when she noticed that she had finally returned to her bedroom, her eyes lit up immediately.

Regardless of Joey, she quickly stumbled to her dresser. She reached to a small green pot plant before This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

circling it five times forward and three times backward. Then, with a click sound, the dresser suddenly

moved one meter to the left, revealing a hidden space in the wall.

The space was not big. It was a cube of one meter in length and width. However, Joey's pupils

contracted when she saw what were in it—a hookah, cigarettes, drugs, and some strange bottles with

mysterious colored liquids inside. It looked like she was refining something herself.

Now no matter how slow Joey was or how unwilling she wanted to believe it, she had to admit that the

young driver was right.

Seeing the stuff in the space, Samantha was immediately energetic. She picked a pack of exquisite

cigarettes and took out one from it. She lit the cigarette expertly, took a draw, and puffed the smoke

out, her eyes blurring.

Joey stood still as she stared blankly at Samantha's intoxicated expression. Her legs seemed to be

glued on the floor. She did want to stop Samantha's harmful behaviors, but she couldn't move a single

step forward.

Now she was thoroughly disenchanted with Samantha.

Joey even felt that Samantha seemed to be more disappointing than her mother, Julia.

However, she didn't know that the same thing happened at the sushi restaurant at the same time. After

waiting for Samantha for a while, George was about to leave with Lawrence when the symptom

Samantha had happened to him. Almost subconsciously, George immediately took out the cigarettes

that Samantha had specially made for him. He fled to the bathroom and smoked seven or eight

cigarettes in a row before slowly calming himself down and stabilizing his trembling hands.

Looking at the cigarette butts on the floor in front of the toilet, George suddenly was a little surprised.

Since when did he have to smoke so many cigarettes at once? Moreover, it was not under his control

at all!

George never drank or gambled. The only thing he liked was smoking.

Because he liked the look he would have when smoking. He believed that when a man was smoking,

he was the sexiest and most attractive.