The men were taken aback by her boldness and high tolerance for wine.


    It appeared that the woman who had the guts to invite them out alone was truly something.


    Nancy struggled to hold her ground, refusing to sumb to the effects of alcohol.


    Despite feeling dizzy, she dared not copse.


    The private room was filled with men with ill intentions, and she knew all too well what awaited her if she lost consciousness.


    At this juncture, a man seized the bottle and thrust it into Nancy’s hand, abandoning any facade andpelling her to consume its contents.


    “Drink it up.


    ”


    Nancy’splexion paled.


    Her stomach churned, and although she had managed a brief escape to the restroom earlier, they had since denied her further reprieves.


    Now, her abdomen felt bloated, and a foul taste lingered in her mouth.


    She hesitated, pleading for mercy.


    “Mr.


    Foster, I…”


    The man’s impatience red as he scolded, “What? You obey their orders but hesitate with me? Are you trying to embarrass me? Or perhaps you prefer theirpany over mine?”


    His words carried a clear threat.


    He had long been affiliated with the Lindnita Artists Agency, holding the esteemed position of Lindsey’s most valued client.


    If Lindsey caught wind of any rift in their partnership, it would spell trouble.This is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Nancy hesitated once more, torn betweenpliance and her physical limits.


    Unsure of what to do, she found herself with no other option as he grew increasingly impatient, revealing his true intentions.


    With a twisted smile, he dered, “Very well.


    If you won’t drink it willingly, I’ll make sure you do.


    ”


    The man seized Nancy’s arms and forced her onto the sofa.


    Other men joined in, pinning her down.


    One of them grabbed a bottle and, prying her mouth open, poured the liquid directly down her throat.


    Nancy was engulfed by an intense wave of fear.


    She fought desperately, but they had a firm grip on her hands and feet, rendering her immobile.


    The wine forcefully entered her mouth, streaming down her throat and into her stomach without restraint.


    The man poured it with brute force, causing some of the wine to spill out from her nose.


    She felt incredibly ufortable, longing to cough, yet she was forbidden to do so.


    All she could manage was a helpless whimper, her mouth unable to form coherent words.


    Tears flowed as fear and hopelessness took hold.


    With her eyes shut tight, Nancy wished for an escape from her ordeal.


    Amidst the chaos, the room’s door was forcefully kicked open.


    The men, annoyed, turned to confront the intruder, ready tosh out.


    But their tone changed instantly upon recognizing the figure in the doorway.


    Mercer, d in a sharp silver-gray suit and striking red shoes, stood against the hallway’s bright light.


    His appearance, refined andmanding, immediately captured the room’s attention.


    Advancing into the room, Mercer’s stern nce swept across the group.


    The executives, taken aback by his authoritative presence, released Nancy.


    They attempted to mask their guilt with forced smiles, awkwardly greeting him, “Mr.


    Aston, what brings you here? Such an unexpected surprise.


    ”