“I could really use your help.


    ”


    Mercer responded almost immediately, “Remember, you have to be sincere when asking for a favor.Content ? provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    ”


    Nancy hesitated, her fingers hovering over the phone.


    She gritted her teeth and replied, “What do you want?”


    Mercer only replied with three words.


    “Come to me.


    ”


    He followed up by sending her an address.


    Nancy’s narrowed gaze dredged up the distressing scene of her uncontroble outburst over Mercer, alongside the stinging recollection of his hurtful words.


    If she went to find him, how could she face him?


    ncing toward Lindsey’s office, Nancy understood the gravity of the unfolding events at thepany, yet felt powerless to intervene.


    With fists clenched, she mustered a response, “I’m on my way.


    ”


    Guided by the address Mercer had sent, Nancy arrived at an upscale club.


    Inside the private room, Mercer, d in a dark gray T-shirt, possessed an almost meticulously crafted handsomeness.


    He held two scantily d women close, their lipstick marks adorning his face.


    As Nancy pushed the door open, the sight before her was shockingly extravagant.


    Her memory painted Mercer as a gant, impably dressed young man, but now he appeared a debauched yboy.


    It turned out that her opinion of him all these years was just her fantasy.


    “Come here,” Mercer casually beckoned from his seat upon seeing Nancy’s entrance.


    Nancy stood in front of him, clenching her fists.


    Mercer’s gaze moved up and down Nancy, and he scoffed, “Weren’t you more assertivest time? Why the hesitation now? Don’t be shy.


    ”


    Upon hearing his words, Nancy slowly rxed her clenched fists, letting them fall to her sides.


    “I know what you want me to do for you, but there’s no benefit for me.


    ”


    As a prominent figure in the entertainment industry, Mercer was well aware of the turmoil at Lindsey’spany.


    It was evident to him why Nancy sought him out-to leverage his influence and reputation to mitigate the public fallout.


    Looking directly at Mercer, Nancy inquired, “What exactly are you asking of me?”


    She was astute enough to realize that Mercer wouldn’t have summoned her if he hadn’t already made up his mind to assist her.


    Raising an intrigued eyebrow, Mercer observed Nancy with a hint of amusement.


    Then, in a nonchnt tone, he said, “Take your clothes off.


    ”


    “What?” Nancy’s eyes widened in disbelief at his request.