Chapter 161

Jennifer had already slipped the temp worker some cash for the day. Wearing a mask and gloves, he brought the soup to the surveillance room, where Missy quickly added the drug.

After completing this task, the temp worker carried the tray into the banquet hall and placed the soup in front of Christina.

Everyone had the same soup, and Christina didn't suspect anyone would tamper with it at a funeral. She took a sip; it tasted good, but she wasn't really hungry.

Ralph's death had already left her feeling melancholic, and thinking about Harper from her past life only made it worse. She put down the spoon after a few sips.

"Thank you all for coming to my husband's funeral today. His greatest dream was to teach and nurture students. He gave everything to be a good teacher, and it was all worth it," Blair said into the microphone, looking at the students with a mix of sadness and gratitude.

The large turnout of students at her husband's funeral was proof of how beloved he was as a teacher. His efforts had not been in vain, and that was enough.

Christina was moved by Blair's emotions. At the same time, she felt a wave of heat rising in her body, even feeling the urge to take off her clothes.

Was the heating in the banquet hall too high, making her feel this way?

She stood up, intending to go to the restroom to splash some water on her face and clear her head.

Missy and Jennifer exchanged a glance and quickly followed her. After seeing Christina enter the restroom, they immediately messaged the temp worker to come in.

Christina stood in front of the restroom mirror, letting the cold air hit her face, then splashed cold water on her face and arms. The coolness did nothing to quell the heat inside her, and her face grew redder.

Even if she was slow to realize it, she now knew something was wrong. She had to leave immediately.

She turned off the faucet and pushed open the restroom door, only to be blocked by a middle-aged man after a few steps.

"Hey there, beautiful. Your face is so red. Need some help?" The man, who looked to be in his forties, smirked wickedly.

He even reached out to touch Christina's face.

Christina wasn't about to stand there and let him take advantage. She slapped his hand away. "Get lost!"

"Don't be so harsh, beautiful. You look like you need a man. I can satisfy you, show you what real pleasure is," the man said, his words growing more vulgar.

He knew Christina had been drugged and how potent the drug was. Even the most virtuous woman couldn't resist it.

The more she resisted now, the more she would scream in pleasure later.

"I suggest you back off. This is a hotel, and there are cameras everywhere. I can call the police and charge you with sexual harassment. You'll face legal consequences," Christina warned sternly.

The man responded with a dismissive laugh.

Sure, the hotel had cameras, but he knew better than Christina where they were positioned. The restroom entrance was a blind spot, and the cameras on the ceiling were too far to capture audio.

With Christina drugged, he could easily claim she had seduced him. What could she do then?

"If you won't cooperate, I'll just rape you here and now. You'll learn the price of messing with me!" He reached for Christina's clothes.

Christina fought back with all her might.

If she hadn't been drugged, she could have easily handled this creep, even taking on three men at once. But the drug left her weak and powerless.

"Is that all you've got? You women are all the same. I tried to be nice, but you forced me to get rough," the man taunted, growing more brazen.

Finally, someone approached.

Christina initially thought to call for help, but when she saw Missy's face, her sense of foreboding deepened.

Missy shouted, "Christina, how could you be so shameless? This is a funeral, and you're seducing a man here! Are you that desperate?"

"You two are in this together," Christina stated, not as a question but as a fact.

Anyone normal would have asked if she needed help or quietly walked away, not immediately accuse her like Missy did.

Missy sneered.

They were indeed in cahoots, but did Christina have any proof?

With the drug in her system, Christina was at their mercy.

"That's not how it looks. You're the one pulling an older man around at a funeral. Did anyone force you?" Missy raised her voice even more.

Others were drawn by the commotion, including the hotel manager.

"Please, call an ambulance. I need to go to the hospital. I've been drugged. And call the police. I want to press charges," Christina said, barely able to stand.

She dug her nails into her palm to stay conscious enough to make her request clear.

Missy panicked.

If the police got involved and investigated, they were done for.

The man was even more anxious. He had been promised money and a free pass with a young woman, not a trip to jail. His life would be ruined.