Chapter 182

Chapter 182:

Kian’s facial injury rendered him unable to attend any upcoming events. As a result, Teresa had to assign the remaining projects to Carsten. The next day, Madisyn heard about the situation. For her, things had worked out well—Carsten, who had previously lacked support from the company, now had the opportunity. However, the office was buzzing with gossip, especially about how Kian had ended up with such a bad facial injury. When someone asked Teresa about it, she just scoffed, offering no explanation.

After a long day, Madisyn made her way to the parking lot, only to find Evie crouched down beside her car, visibly upset. “What’s going on with you?” she asked.

Through her tears, Evie responded, “Madisyn, I’m in such a bad place…” Her face was worn out, as if she hadn’t slept in days. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, adding to her exhausted appearance.

Madisyn quickly helped her to her feet and got her settled in the car. “Madisyn, I feel awful!” Evie cried, clinging to her.

Seeing Evie in such distress, Madisyn felt a sharp pang of sympathy. Despite Evie’s cheerful exterior, she was sincere and loved deeply. “I know it hurts to be betrayed, but it’s better to know he’s trash now than after you’re married.”

“Madisyn, let’s go to a bar!” Evie suggested, still in tears. Seeing how upset she was, Madisyn agreed without hesitation. They headed to Nightfall Bar, a popular spot nearby. Once inside a private room, Evie ordered a variety of drinks and started messaging someone on her phone.

Soon, a group of men entered and lined up in front of them. The Nightfall Bar manager grinned and said, “These are our top male companions. Take your pick—who do you fancy?”

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Madisyn was caught off guard. She hadn’t expected Evie to actually arrange for male companions. But to her surprise, the men were quite impressive, each with their own unique charm. They weren’t the sleazy types she had imagined, prompting her to take a second look.

“Madisyn, which one catches your eye?” Evie asked excitedly. “You get first pick.”

“I think I’ll sit this one out,” Madisyn replied, not eager to join in.

“Oh, don’t be like that, Madisyn! We’re here to have fun, so don’t hold back!” Evie teased before dramatically waving her hand. “We’ll take them all!” The manager, thrilled by the large order, grinned widely. “Certainly! If you need anything, just call me.”

With that, he left the room. The eight male companions, each with their own unique style, were divided up. Evie chose four to drink with them, two to sing, and the remaining two to dance. It turned into quite a spectacle.

The men were courteous, only sharing drinks and maintaining a respectful distance. Madisyn noticed that one of the companions looked particularly young, around seventeen or eighteen, with a somewhat naive expression. His features were clean-cut and attractive. She asked, “You’re quite young—why are you working here?”

The young man responded quietly, “My father has a gambling problem, and my mother is ill. We’re in financial trouble, and I didn’t have any other options…”

“Oh, I see,” Madisyn murmured sympathetically.

At first, Madisyn had viewed the companions with skepticism, but they turned out to be professional and skilled. Their singing and dancing were impressive.

As the night wore on, Evie became more and more engrossed in the fun, eventually joining the dance floor. She seemed to have let go of all her worries, her carefree attitude making Madisyn smile. Madisyn, feeling tipsy herself, was beginning to enjoy the evening.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed with an incoming call from Andrew.

“Madisyn, stop fiddling with your phone and come dance with us!” Evie called, grabbing her by the arm. When she noticed Andrew’s name on the screen, she immediately ended the call. “This isn’t the time for phone calls. We don’t need my brother ruining our fun.”

But just as she hung up, the phone rang again—it was a video call from Andrew.

“It might be important,” Madisyn said, answering the call.

On the other end, Andrew, dressed in a sharp suit, looked both authoritative and concerned. He immediately noticed the lively background and asked, “Are you at a bar?”

“Yeah,” Madisyn replied casually.

“Would you like another drink, miss?” the young male companion asked softly, leaning in.

Madisyn waved him away. “Later,” she said.

Andrew’s expression darkened upon hearing the male voice. “Who’s that with you?” he asked, his tone sharp.

Taken aback and unsure how to explain, Madisyn was about to respond when Evie, slightly drunk, snatched the phone. “Andrew, we’re at a bar having drinks! Stop bothering us!” she shouted.

From his end, Andrew could see the male companions dancing in the background. His expression grew cold as he fixed his gaze on Evie. “Do you have a death wish?”

Normally, such a tone from Andrew would have made Evie nervous, but in her current state, she defiantly replied, “Nope! I’m having too much fun!” With that, she ended the call and dragged Madisyn onto the dance floor.

Caught up in the excitement, Madisyn quickly forgot about the call and lost herself in the music. The two danced and partied the night away, as if there were no tomorrow.

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