Chapter 183 Failed Strategy

Annie pulled up outside the club and hastily parked by the curb before hurrying inside. After giving the private room number, a waiter led her down the hallway. The further they went, the thicker the air became with the sharp, suffocating stench of alcohol. After the door to the private room swung open, Christian was the only one remaining in the spacious room. He was slumped against a wide leather couch, his eyes closed. His tie had been yanked loose and hung crookedly around his neck. Two buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing the clean lines of his collarbone. A faint, abnormal flush colored his sharply sculpted face, and his brows were tightly drawn. Annie rushed over and crouched in front of him to give him a gentle pat on the cheek. "Christian? Wake up." His eyelashes fluttered as he slowly opened his eyes. His usually cool, deep gaze was now clouded with moisture, unfocused and hazy. When he recognized her, something in him visibly relaxed. The crease between his bro