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 call, will

said as she hung up the

other end sent

propping up his chin at the table, his brows knitted in discomfort. He still wore his black suit

there wasn't a hint of messiness about him. His pained expression was there, yet

waiter holding the phone nudged Brandon's shoulder,

response, as

came through, laced with concern. "Calling

thinking, "Where's your place?

grabbed her keys from the entryway and headed

him for me. If anything seems off, call an ambulance straight

"Will do."

conversation ended with those

headed to the address

mind was a mix of anxiety and

to have had one

"Huh?"

first reaction was to check if he'd picked up the

him the address, "Just

"Ah? Oh, alright."

Sophia hung up.

the

"You're Ms. Yearwood, right?"

politely as

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