Vote for Pink Tickets~~
After the waiter escorted Mr. Simon to a room for the business dinner, it wasn't long before Mr. Simon regained consciousness. His face was pale, covered in cold sweat, and his expression was listless.
Lily Scarlett was wiping his sweat with a towel, while the other assistant, Victoria Turner, fed Mr. Simon water.
"Mr. Simon, how are you feeling?" Helen Blair asked with concern.
After taking a few sips of water, Mr. Simon let out a sigh and said weakly, "I'm sorry, Miss Blair. I think I caught a cold yesterday. I saw a doctor for some medicine, hoping to get through it, but I didn't expect..." He lowered his head, looking full of guilt, "I feel so weak now, I'm afraid I won't be able to perform."
The two assistants were startled, feeling a sense of looming disaster, and Helen Blair didn't know what to do for a moment. "Mr. Simon, you should have told me earlier so that I could have been prepared!"