Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right

She moistened a cotton swab and gently brushed it across Lindsey’s lips.

Finally, she let out a long, relieved sigh.

All of a sudden, Nancy’s phone broke the silence in the calm ward.

Surprised, Nancy quickly silenced it and glanced at Lindsey’s bed.

Seeing that Lindsey only frowned but didn’t wake up, she felt relieved.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She tiptoed out of the ward with her phone, being careful not to disturb Lindsey.

Seeing the missed call, Nancy hesitated before calling back.

Soon, the phone connected, and the background was bustling with noise.

A middle-aged man yelled, “Miss Schultz, it’s late, and we’ve been waiting for you.

Time’s ticking.

We’ll leave if you don’t come.

”

With a flirtatious tone, Nancy hurriedly tried to charm her way out, saying, “Sorry, got caught up in urgent stuff.

I’m on my way.

”

She couldn’t tell if the man was sober, but he chuckled crudely and remarked, “Latecomers must drink as punishment.

”

Nancy forced a smile and said, “Sure, no problem.

”

After ending the call, she quietly entered the ward and approached Lindsey’s bedside.

She tucked Lindsey in, gazing at her for a moment.

Then, with a gentle touch, she smoothed Lindsey’s hair and whispered, “Rest easy.

I’ll manage the company’s affairs somehow.

”

On the day Lindsey had her accident, it was like all the company partners had joined forces.

They rang one by one, each with their own absurd excuse to cancel the contract with Lindnita Artists Agency.

Their determination was strong, some even threw around threats of legal action.

The agency was in the midst of its toughest challenge ever since it began.

Lindsey had just woken up from a terrible accident.

Nancy couldn’t bear to burden her with bad news, so she resolved to handle it herself.

She didn’t want Lindsey to worry while she focused on getting better.

After the incident, Nancy hustled to make connections.

It wasn’t easy, but she eventually convinced the presidents of a few cooperating companies to gather in the evening and talk things out in person.

Nancy washed her face in the bathroom, clearing her thoughts.

Once she felt composed, she shut the door behind her and left the ward.

Following the directions from the man, she drove the car to the front of a fancy club.

A staff member guided her upstairs to a private karaoke room.

Standing by the door, she took a deep breath, gathering her courage.

After psyching herself up, she gently pushed the door open.

Suddenly, the loud, lively singing pierced through the silence, startling her.

As she glanced around the private room, she noticed several hefty, sweaty middle-aged men singing an old tune with gusto.

The overpowering scent of smoke and alcohol made her scrunch up her nose in discomfort.