Chapter 1865
"Sir, shouldn't we check on them?" Barton probed.
He knew Andrew was worried about Debra's safety. Clubs weren't exactly secure.
Andrew remained unfazed. "Keep going."
The executives hurried through their reports, sensing the shift in mood.
Time ticked by.
At Glamor Club, Erica, already half-drunk, glanced at her phone.
An hour had passed since they arrived, but Andrew still hadn't shown up.
He always doted on Debra. It was hard to believe he would let her party like this without checking in.
'Something is off.' Erica thought, about to dig deeper when a bodyguard rushed in.
He scanned the crowd for her. "Miss Mathis, where are you?"
He pushed through the dancers and found her. Erica frowned. "It's after hours. What's up?"
The bodyguard's face was grim. "There's an emergency at the company. They're holding an urgent meeting. You need to come."
"What? Everything was fine when I left today," Erica grumbled.
Debra saw her chagrin and asked, "What's wrong?" This content belongs to ⓝovelFind.net
"Hang tight," Erica reassured her. "I'll be back after I handle this."
She then shouted to Jordan, surrounded by girls, "Watch Debra until I come back."
Jordan wanted to go over, but the crowd pinned him down.
Debra stood on the dance floor, having another glass of the sweet drink. It tasted good. Now she got why adults loved alcohol.
The crowd started thinning. People got urgent calls and left with grim faces. Even the girls around Jordan peeled off after their bodyguards whispered to them.
Finally, Barton arrived, helping a tipsy Jordan out.
Debra started to follow but bumped into a solid chest. It was none other than Andrew in his suit, fresh from a meeting.
It took her a while to focus and recognize him.
"Andrew," she muttered. "I didn't mean to come here. I thought you weren't coming for me."
Andrew sighed, pinching her nose. "Enjoying the drinks?"
"They taste good, making me all floaty," she giggled, clinging to him.
"Sir, the car's ready," Barton said.
Andrew nodded, scooping up Debra. "Let's go."