Chapter 907

That night, when Sidney returned to his small apartment, he planned to review the blueprints again.

However, his phone suddenly rang.

Glancing at the screen, he saw it was Fawn calling.

"Hello, Miss Powell. Is everything alright?"

Fawn’s voice was slurred, clearly drunk.

"Sidney... Sidney, come get me. I can’t go home... I can’t get home..." she sobbed, her words barely coherent.

It was obvious she had been drinking.

Sidney’s brow furrowed. "Miss Fawn, where are you right now?"

She mumbled the name of a bar, and without hesitation, Sidney grabbed his keys and headed out to find her.

The bar was packed and lively, with music blasting and people filling every corner. Sidney maneuvered through the crowd until he spotted Fawn slumped in a booth, thoroughly drunk.

A man had leaned over her, his hand reaching for her thigh.

Sidney stepped in immediately, blocking the man’s hand.

His voice was cold. "Who are you?"

The man was taken aback, quickly withdrawing his hand. "Whoa, I just saw she