Beauty's face lit up with relief the moment she spotted Ryan, as if he were her saving grace.
She waved at him with an apologetic yet warm smile.
"I'm really sorry to bother you so late, Ryan, but I didn't know who else to call."
Deep down, she felt awkward asking for his help, especially since she knew Sarah had turned him down before.
But with the situation so urgent, she had no other options.
Ryan responded with polite courtesy, "It's no trouble at all.
Sarah's matters are my matters.
If anything like this happens again, don't hesitate to call me anytime."
He paused, his expression shifting to concern.
"But why was she drinking alone here?"
The bar manager, standing nearby, stepped forward respectfully.
"Miss Sarah seemed quite upset tonight.
She usually holds her liquor well, but this time she went straight for the strong stuff—the kind that hits hard later.
She drank too fast and ended up like this."
