Chapter 42 Not Everyone Is Cut From the Same Cloth as You

The following day, Nancy awoke in a haze of confusion. Her head was pounding, and her body felt weak. Sitting up abruptly, fragments of the night before flooded her mind. Lowering her head, she hurriedly checked herself. Fortunately, she was still dressed in the provided silk robe. Nancy breathed a sigh of relief and noticed the damp towel resting on her forehead. It was no longer cool. Was this Sebastian's doing? That man… hadn't taken advantage of her. That surprised her. The anger she'd felt at being set up faded a little. Perhaps he still had some shred of decency. Nancy scanned her surroundings. There was no one else in the room, and the crisp woody scent in the air was faint. Where had he gone? Just then, her phone lit up beside her pillow. She had received a new message. Sebastian had typed, "The Galaxy Project is yours. I've gone back. If you can't seal the deal, don't bother coming back." What? That bastard! Nancy was so furious that she almost crushed her phone.