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

his presence, her strength waned, and she was unable to utter a word, leaving her slumped against the sofa,

glances, perplexed by

play the hero or if there was a deeper connection between him

status as a famous singer rather than a businessman, his parents significantly influenced political circles, granting him

drink with them, the businessmen felt compelled

just coerced Nancy to drink, felt the need to defuse

stepped forward to extend an

“Mr.

Aston, you’re absolutely right.

crossed paths, let’s share a

”

later, Roger realized he had bitten off more than he

was filled with regret

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

with a smug grin at

apart from Nancy and commanded a different

dared pressure

for every drink Mercer consumed, they had

lightly touched Nancy’s cheek with his

“Come on, wake up.

you intend to spend

in her unconscious state, let out a

Mercer’s fingers as if

his expression

Nancy up and exited the private room, adhering to his principle of seeing

arms, Mercer

observed Mercer with a woman again but refrained from