Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism



Violeta crouched down to peer through the darkened windows of the car, but the anti-glare film made it impossible to see inside. She tapped on the glass. "Archer!"

There was no response.

Moving to the front of the car, Violeta looked through the windshield and spotted a figure slumped in the backseat-Archer.

Archer had a history of blood sugar issues and a compromised immune system.

In her previous life, Violeta had once rescued him from heatstroke on set.

She never expected to find him in a similar predicament this time around.

The Rolls-Royce was parked under a tree's shadow, and the crew hesitated to approach, unsure of what was happening inside and choosing not to disturb him.

Those familiar with Archer's health issues knew about his low blood sugar, but others might have thought he was merely taking a nap.

Time was of the essence in emergencies.

As Aster descended the building stairs, she saw Violeta trying to break the Rolls-Royce window with a rock. After several failed attempts, Aster was stunned.

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eyes wide, she hurried over. "Ms. White, what are you doing?"

Even with a budget, they couldn't afford to waste money like this.

Plus, wasn't Violeta concerned about getting caught on camera?

A female star smashing a luxury car?

"Ms. White, think this through!"

Violeta didn't have the luxury of time to explain.

Then, with a resounding crash, the glass shattered under the force of a brick.

Some shards of glass fell onto Archer's face, leaving a small, red cut on his cheek.

"Mr. Bat?

"Get him out of there! He's unwell!"

Though Violeta wasn't entirely sure of Archer's exact condition, she suspected it was a blood sugar issue.

The crew quickly responded, helping to pull Archer from the car.

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promptly used a glucose meter to check Archer's blood sugar levels, confirmed it was dangerously low, and administered a glucose injection.

After some time, Archer's condition improved.

In her previous life, Violeta had saved Archer, but someone else had received the credit.

This time, she stayed by his side, waiting for him to regain consciousness.

Aster, still bewildered, asked, "Ms. White, you were incredibly brave, even breaking the window. How did you know Mr. Bat had low blood sugar? What if he was just asleep? We could have been in serious trouble."

Archer was the CEO of Invinne Group, a figure with significant influence.

Offending him could jeopardize her role in The Golden Age.

Violeta shrugged. "If I got it right, he'd owe me his life. If I was wrong, I'd just buy him a new car and forfeit my salary for The Golden Age."

Aster shook her head. "You really are willing to take big risks."

Indeed, fortune favors the bold.

Archer had been unconscious in the car for a while. Though others had noticed something was wrong, only Violeta had taken the risk to break the window.

About fifteen minutes later, Archer slowly regained consciousness.noveldrama

As he opened his eyes, he heard a calming female voice.

"You're awake?"

Archer frowned slightly and touched his left cheek, feeling pain and a thin waterproof bandage.

"Your left cheek was cut by the glass. The medical team put on a bandage. You'll be alright."

Archer sat up and looked at Violeta. In a raspy voice, he asked, "Why are you here?"

Violeta crossed her arms and replied casually, "What, do you choose your saviors now?"

Archer responded, "That's not what I meant."

Violeta continued, "Why were you lying in the backseat during your blood sugar episode? Where's your driver?"

Archer rubbed his temples. "I drove myself here. Where am I?"

He had driven himself but felt exhausted during the trip. He went to rest in the backseat and soon. experienced numb limbs and cold sweat, symptoms of an impending episode.

He had attempted to call for help but likely lost consciousness before he could complete the call.