No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 166: Rejected

Louis Snyder groaned on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The others rushed to intervene. "Boss, let it go, look, he’s spitting blood. Don’t cause a death! After all, we got our money. Let’s go."

The footsteps slowly faded away.

Struggling, Louis rose from the filthy ground. His once carefully worn attire now soiled beyond recognition, he leaned against the wall to regain some semblance of composure. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

He headed towards the only pharmacy nearby.

The vendor, a young girl, initially eyed him warily, mistaking his disarray for that of a troublemaker and was about to call the police. However, on a closer look, she realized he was a handsome young man.

Blushing, she handed Louis some medications for dressing wounds, reminding him, "Don’t get your wound wet."

The young man did not respond.

Hesitating, the girl gathered the courage to ask, "Do you need me to help..."

Interrupting her, Louis looked up. His gaze dark and lifeless, bordering on seeming cruel, he coldly said, "Mind your own business."

He paid for the medicine and left abruptly.

Left behind, the girl couldn’t help but mumble, "How rude! I was just being nice..."

But Louis was too far away to hear the rest.

He then went to a park bench, looking at the bag of medication in his hand, and dialed Tiffany Lynch’s number.

The phone rang for a while before she picked up. In the background, faintly, a man’s voice could be heard.

With a self-deprecating smirk, Louis listened.

Tiffany Lynch, taking her phone into the bathroom and closing the door behind her, lowered her voice. "Hello, Louis, what’s up?"

Loosening his clenched hand, Louis asked, "Are you home?"

There was a pause on the other end before Tiffany answered, "I had something to do today, so I’m out."

Again, Louis asked, "Alone?"

There was silence on the other end.

Appearing anxious, Tiffany responded, "Louis, you know, I have a show next week, I’m rehearsing."

After a moment, she added, "...alone."

Louis chuckled inaudibly, a hint of hurt in his voice, "But we agreed I would visit you today."

Looking up at the clock on the wall, Tiffany sighed, "I’m sorry, Louis, I may not make it back on time."

"That’s okay," Louis replied, his voice light but carried unmistakable heaviness, "it’s just that I’m injured, having trouble dressing the wound on my own, feeling a little uncomfortable."

Tiffany instantly worried, "What kind of injury? Is it serious?"

Louis chuckled, "Just an injury from shooting." He paused, then added, "Can’t you really come back? It hurts."

His tone, full of grievance and helplessness, also hinting at an effort to please.

This was the first time.

That he was so anxious for Tiffany to choose between him and George River.

Perhaps just once, his beloved girl could return for him.

At least, he wanted to win over George just once.

It’s a pity, in the end, it was nothing more than his own wishful thinking.

"... Louis, I’m sorry." Tiffany subconsciously lowered her voice.

There was a growing coldness in Louis’ eyes, almost frost-like.

From the other end of the phone came a faint, masculine voice, "Tiffany, are you done yet?"

"In a moment." Tiffany answered, with the phone pressed against her chest.

Only when the outside quieted down did she apologize again, "Louis, I have something to do. I’m really sorry. If you’re really in pain, you should go to the hospital. I have to go."

Her tone was frantic.