No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 680

"Felicia, why are you in a wheelchair?"

Conrad Wagner's voice came from the side, and as I turned my head, I saw him and Sinclair Anderson approaching. One wore a white shirt, and the other a black one, their contrasting outfits catching the eye. "It's quite the crowd today," Fanny muttered under her breath.

And indeed, it was! Who would have thought such a small light show could attract so many people? I knew Fanny's comment stemmed from her reluctance to see Sinclair, but he was a client who had come specifically for this light show. Conrad strode over, eyeing my leg. "What happened?"

"Just scraped my knee, nothing serious," I replied lightly.

Conrad clearly didn't believe me, seeing as I was in a wheelchair. "Nothing serious, and you need a wheelchair?"

"Really, it's nothing. I can vouch for that. The wheelchair was your brother's overreaction; he said if Felicia didn't sit, he'd carry her," Fanny interjected, explaining the situation.

My best friend always had my back, effectively silencing Conrad, though his face darkened. Fanny didn't care about Conrad's mood. She would hold a grudge about him hurting me for a lifetime, never hesitating to speak up when necessary. "But this wheelchair is actually pretty handy. It really does help with Felicia's recovery."

Fanny paused. "In terms of being attentive and caring, Mr. Wagner does fall a bit short compared to your brother."

Sinclair let out a chuckle, breaking

check out some hotties," Fanny declared, pushing me toward the

light show being the only act involving people. Upon entering backstage, we were greeted by the sight of male models waiting to go on, all dressed and looking indistinguishable at first glance. "Wow,

faces, not

can we get a bit closer? It's hard to see," Fanny said, stretching to get a better

out," the stage manager, a responsible person,

here

the trick, given that I was the one footing the bill. "They're about to perform. If you have any

stood in line, allowing

Fanny exclaimed upon spotting

corrected, looking at the face on stage

"If he's not Ernest,

I felt the same. "But

Ask him if

me," I suggested, want