I Made Her a Star, She Cheated for Fame and Lost Me Forever

Chapter 6 Calling 911

Dexter struggled desperately, but he was held down tightly and forced to swallow the alcohol.

The investor watched him in that humiliating state, burst out laughing, and even took out his phone to record the scene.

Bruce walked over with a glass in his hand, patted Dexter's face mockingly, and sneered, "Dexter, this is what happens when you refuse to play nice. If you had just obediently drunk your glass earlier, none of this would have happened, right?"

Bruce grabbed Dexter by the hair, forced his head back, and shoved another glass of liquor into his mouth.

Dexter already suffered from stomach problems, and the alcohol burned as it went down, the antibiotics in his system making the reaction worse. A sharp, piercing pain tore through his stomach, as if something had stabbed him from the inside.

He vomited violently and collapsed onto the floor, his face turning pale as he struggled to breathe. "Help… Please! Call… 911!"

But Arianna assumed he was just acting. She kicked him hard in the ribs with the sharp heel of her stiletto, rolling her eyes coldly. "Stop faking it! Get up and apologize to everyone right now!"

Dexter was in so much pain he couldn't even force the words out. His mind spun into a thick, suffocating fog, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.

He used the last of his strength to pull out his phone and tried to dial 911, but Bruce kicked the phone away before the call could go through.

Bruce pulled Arianna into his arms and looked down at Dexter while recording the scene, laughing as he mocked him. "Dexter, you're already in this state, so you might as well beg a few more times, and we'll sign the contract if you do."

The other investors quickly chimed in. "Exactly! You beg, and not only will we sign the contract, but we'll also throw in a few extra luxury brand endorsements!"

Arianna's eyes lit up when she heard that, and she crouched down to grab Dexter's hand. "Dexter, did you hear that?! For the sake of my future, get up and beg them right now!"

"Help… Help me…"

Dexter's vision darkened as he tried to pull away from her, but he no longer had the strength to move. He could not feel the pain in his stomach anymore; he only felt as if he were about to die.

Arianna finally noticed something was wrong and pushed him anxiously. "What's wrong with you? Stop scaring me!"

Seeing Dexter begin to convulse violently, the memory of him saying he had taken cephalosporins finally hit her.

If Dexter died, her career would be over.

Arianna hurried to find her phone to call emergency services but could not locate it.

The others realized the situation had escalated too far and stepped back, as if to distance themselves from responsibility.

A cold voice cut through the chaos. "What is going on here?" Someone walked over quickly.

"Dexter! What happened to you?"

"Dexter, hold on! I'm calling 911 right now!"

The voice sounded familiar, and Dexter forced his eyes open, trying to see who had come, but his vision was completely blurred.

He reached out instinctively and grabbed the person's hand tightly. His strength gave out, and he lost consciousness.