The after-effects of the red wine had completely taken over, causing Bella to feel dizzy and unsteady on her feet, her mind in a haze.
The girl supporting her also seemed to be struggling, her face no longer showing the previous smile, only disdain remaining.
"Hmph, a newcomer who knows nothing. I wonder what Vivi saw in you to be helping you," the girl commented with some jealousy, glancing at the half-dropped head and drunken eyes of Bella.
Bella’s features were delicate and petite, indeed fitting the cute and pretty type. However, in an entertainment world full of beauties, such looks weren’t particularly stunning. The only thing that set her apart might be the innocent quality exuding from her.
The girl’s eyes flickered as she asked, "Ms. Acker, you landed the role of Hera. Did you sleep with someone for it? The director? Producer? Or the investor?"
"Hmm?" Bella’s mind was a complete mess, unable to think at all, and she looked at the girl with squinted eyes, not understanding what she was saying.
"And this time? Vivi asked me to take you to President Lloyd’s room. Is it because you need a role in a new play?" Clearly, the girl had mistaken Bella for a newcomer who relied on the casting couch to advance.
That’s why she thought Vivian was helping Bella rather than harming her.
"Role?" Bella tilted her head in confusion.
Seeing her so drunk, the girl was speechless, "Forget it, forget it. You’re so drunk, asking is pointless." With that, she no longer spoke, guiding Bella into the elevator to the guest rooms on the third floor.
In the private room, Sharon waited for a long time without seeing Bella return and began to worry, "Elaine, cover for me here for a bit. I’ll go check on Bella."
"Yeah, she’s been gone a long time. Check if she fell asleep in the restroom," Elaine nodded.
Sharon left the private room and headed straight to the restroom, but after searching, Bella was nowhere to be found. Where could she have gone?
"Waiter." As Sharon came out, she happened to see the waiter who had escorted Bella to the restroom and immediately called out to her.
"Hello, is there something you need?" The waitress approached and asked politely.
"The girl you took to the restroom earlier, did she leave from this side?" Their private room was on the ground floor, and the waiter was stationed outside the corner of the private room area, so if Bella left the restaurant, she should have seen it.
The waitress recalled for a moment and shook her head, "No. That lady seemed drunk. Could she have fallen asleep in the restroom?"
"Are you sure you didn’t see anyone leave?"
"Yes, I’m sure." The waitress nodded confidently.
Sharon frowned. Bella was drunk and couldn’t have run around on her own; could someone have taken her away?
Alarmed, Sharon asked, "Does your restaurant have security cameras?"
The waitress seemed embarrassed by the question, "We do, but... but they’re mostly for decoration; only the lobby cameras work."
"Please show me the recordings from your lobby cameras. I’m worried my friend might have been taken away since she was drunk."
Realizing the seriousness of the situation, the waitress nodded immediately, "Alright, I’ll take you to our manager."
"Thank you." Sharon now felt deeply regretful; if she had known this would happen, she would have accompanied Bella to the restroom earlier.
As the two of them headed out, they bumped into two others.
Sharon was taken aback, "President Sinclair?"