Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right by PASSION

Chapter 842

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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 smercy 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, handsman 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.

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Could it indeed be Mercer? What was he doing here? Despite feeling taken aback by his presence, her strength waned, and she was unable to utter a word, leaving her slumped against the sofa, drained.

The men exchanged bewildered glances, perplexed by Mercer's sudden intervention.

They glanced at Nancy, speculating whether Mercer intended to play the hero or if there was a deeper connection between him and Nancy.

Despite Mercer's status as a famous singer rather than a businessman, his parents significantly influenced political circles, granting him a formidable family background.

Since Mercer requested a drink with them, the businessmen felt compelled to show him respect.

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

He stepped forward to extend an olive branch.

"Mr.

Aston, you're absolutely right.

Since we've crossed paths, let's share a drink together.

However, twenty minutes later, Roger realized he had bitten off more than he could chew.

He was filled with regret for his hasty invitation.

The entire private room resembled a scene from a comedy, with Mercer as the lone sober figure amidst a sea of drunken men sprawled on the sofa.

He toyed with his empty wine glass with a smug grin at the corner of his lips.

Mercer was clearly a league apart from Nancy and commanded a different respect.

None dared pressure him into drinking.

Moreover, for every drink Mercer consumed, they had to down three.

Surveying the inebriated businessmen, Mercer lightly touched Nancy's cheek with his chilly fingertips.

"Con, wake up.

Unless you intend to spend the night here?" Nancy, in her unconscious state, let out a faint moan.

Instinctively, she clutched Mercer's fingers as if grasping for a lifeline.

Mercer sighed, his expression turning somber.

Reluctantly, he scooped Nancy up and exited the private room, adhering to his principle of seeing things through.

With Nancy in his arms, Mercer climbed into the waiting car.

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Through the rearview mirror, the driver observed Mercer with a woman again but refrained from asking questions.

Mercer's reputation as a notorious womanizer was well-known, so the driver was unfazed.

In a low voice, the driver asked, "Mr.

Aston, where are we headed?" Gazing down at Nancy's limp figure in his lap, Mercer replied in a deep voice, "Home.

The driver pulled up outside the building of Mercer's apartment.

After confirming that Mercer didn't require further assistance, the driver departed.

As Mercer carried Nancy into his apartment, she felt Light and pliant in his arms.

However, when he was about to place her on the bed, she began thrashing about inexplicably.

Nancy managed to open her eyes, only to find Mercer's handsface distorted and magnified, Looming over her. His expression was a mix of playfulness and disgust, which infuriated her.

In a sudden burst of anger, she struggled to break free from him, twisting and resisting with all her might. "Mercer! Let go of me.

What gives you the right to touch me? I was conducting business.

Why did you have to interfere and ruin everything? I know you t I know you don't like me, but do you wantto lose my job? Why are you so cruel? I despise you. Let go of me," she shouted, her voice trembling with fury.

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