Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right by PASSION

Chapter 842

Mercer cast a disapproving glance at Nancy sprawled on the sofa, drenched in sticky liquor.

Her flushed face and disheveled hair hinted at her inebriated state.

Now soaked in wine, her pristine white blouse clung to her skin, translucent from the wine, accentuating her curves.

The sight stirred a reaction within him, darkening his expression as he frowned.

Taking note of the many wine bottles cluttering the table, Mercer sneered and spoke with measured disdain.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself too much.

It’s hardly gentlemanly of you guys to drink a woman under the table.

If such news were to circulate, it might not bode well for your reputation.

”

The men appeared uncomfortable and uncertain, their expressions reflecting their confusion as they tried to understand Mercer’s intentions.

Mercer then proposed, “Since we’ve crossed paths, why don’t I join you for a drink? Perhaps you could show some mercy and release this woman?”

Nancy had been drifting in and out of consciousness, vaguely aware of someone speaking.

Struggling to focus, she squinted and beheld a young, handsome man before her.

Through her haze, she thought he bore a striking resemblance to Mercer.

Attempting to clear her foggy mind, Nancy squinted, straining to observe him.

it indeed be Mercer? What was he

she was unable to utter a word, leaving her slumped against the sofa,

exchanged bewildered glances, perplexed by Mercer’s

Nancy, speculating whether Mercer intended to play the hero or if there was

rather than a businessman, his parents significantly influenced political circles, granting him

a drink with them, the businessmen felt compelled

Foster, who had just coerced Nancy to drink, felt the need to defuse

forward to extend an

“Mr.

Aston, you’re absolutely right.

crossed paths, let’s

”

had bitten off more than he could

was filled with regret for his hasty

resembled a scene from a comedy, with Mercer as the lone sober figure amidst a sea of drunken

a smug grin

clearly a league apart from

dared pressure him

drink Mercer consumed, they

the inebriated businessmen, Mercer lightly touched Nancy’s

“Come on, wake up.

to spend the night

in her unconscious state,

clutched Mercer’s fingers as if grasping for a

sighed, his expression turning

exited the private room, adhering to his

his arms, Mercer climbed into the waiting

mirror, the driver observed Mercer with a woman