Chapter 140
Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right
With his friendsâ encouragement, Sumner didnât want to spoil the fun.
After all, they only mentioned that he had to ki*s a girl without specifying where.
He would do it casually.
âIâm telling you, no girl on this planet who can resist me!â
Sumner, in his drunken state, spoke without much thought.
After boasting, he confidently removed his shirt, displaying his well-defined chest muscles to his friends behind him, declaring, âWatch and learn!â
With his head held high, he confidently strolled out of the room.
Laughter echoed behind him as his friends teased, âDonât think you can fool us.
Weâll have someone secretly follow you!â
Once outside the private room, Lindsey answered the call from Nancy.
âLindsey, Iâve checked dozens of rooms, but Mercer was nowhere to be found.
How are things going on your end?â
Lindsey glanced back at the golden door sheâd just exited and sighed.
âIT was just in his room.
â
âReally? Tell me the room number, and Iâll head there in a minute.
â
Nancyâs voice spiked in excitement, nearly bursting Lindseyâs eardrum.
âI suggest you stay away.
The people in this room arenât the best company.
â Believing those people had pressured her into doing something she shouldnât have done with Domenic, Lindsey gritted her teeth in frustration.
Then she realized, given the numerous escorts in the room, that Domenic probably had another woman in his embrace, fueling Lindseyâs growing annoyance and irritability.
âLindsey, are you alright? Did they harm you in any way?â Nancy was often busy with social events during such times.
She could grasp the significance of Lindseyâs words.
Her initial concern was for her friendâs well-being.
âIâm fine.
What are you going to do next? Mercer and you arenât on the same wavelength.
Maybe itâs time to⦠call it quits.
â Lindsey was concerned about her best friendâs feelings and gently attempted to dissuade her.
After a brief silence, Nancy replied, âJust tell me which room heâs in, Lindsey.
I know what Iâm doing.
â
Hearing her determined voice, Lindsey reluctantly shared the room number with Nancy.
After ending the call, Lindsey decided to leave.
But as she approached the elevator, someone grabbed her wrist.
Startled, Lindsey spun around and instinctively delivered a punch to the shirtless man standing before her!
âLinds, itâs me!â
Sumner, clearly drunk, couldnât avoid her swing.
His face took the hit, turning red and swollen instantly.
Lindsey thought she was facing a pervert, but upon closer inspection, she recognized Sumner, his face flushed and carrying the scent of alcohol.
Embarrassed, she pulled her hand back and looked away.
âWhat are you doing here? But why ar