Chapter 181

"Hey there, is this Ms. Yearwood?"

A strange male voice came through the phone, mingled with faint background music.

Sophia frowned in confusion but responded lightly, "Speaking, who's this?"

"Some guy here's got a bit too sloshed and isn't feeling too hot. I think he was trying to call you just now. You wanna come pick him up? We're about to close up shop."

Sophia fell silent.

She glanced at her phone instinctively, making sure the call was indeed from Brandon and not some scam.

The word 'sloshed' and Brandon just didn't mix.

The Brandon she knew was all about control and discipline. Forget getting

hammered; he was a one-drink wonder at most.

She couldn't even picture a smashed Brandon.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end broke her train of thought with a polite nudge.

Sophia snapped back to reality, "What's wrong with him?"

"Seems like he's tipsy and feeling under the weather, just slumped over the table resting, won't respond when called," the voice replied with an edge of urgency.

to video

she hung

on the other end sent

his chin at the table, his brows knitted in discomfort. He still wore his black suit from the evening, and an array of empty bottles littered the table

His pained expression was there, yet his

holding the phone nudged Brandon's shoulder,

response, as

laced with concern. "Calling

feet without thinking, "Where's your place? Send me the

the entryway and headed out, saying, "Keep

me. If anything seems off, call an

"Will do."

ended with

and headed to

a mix of anxiety and confusion the whole

up Kent, "Kent, Mr. Crawley seems to have had one too many. Can you

"Huh?"

check if he'd picked

him the address, "Just

"Ah? Oh, alright."

Sophia hung up.

got to the restaurant before Kent, and the waiter was already waiting for her at

"You're Ms. Yearwood, right?"

asked politely as she rushed

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