"What are you planning to do with her, Sir?" His assistant asked after he called him to have his car brought to the back exit. He did not want the press to see them leaving the building.
He did not expect that she would pass out in his arm as he assisted her out of the room. Now, he had to sneak her out of the party without anyone seeing them. He did not need another tabloid news like the other time.
"I am taking her home." He told his assistant, but when he saw his eyebrows raised, he quickly corrected his statement. "Her home." Emphasizing the last two words, seeing the odd look Wesley gave him.
He believed he still remembered where she lived. He was sure by the time he reached her place. She might be awake by then. Then, she would be out of his hands.
Why did she drink anyway if she could not hold her liquor? She had just proven his point that she was still young, irresponsible, and reckless.
