Chapter 29 Michael's Drunken Night

To save time, Emma threw on a coat over her pajamas and headed out, planning to drop Michael off at Orient Oasis Bay before returning home. Upon arriving at Imperial International, she spotted Michael's sleek, black Maybach immediately. "Ms. Wilson, the car keys," the assistant rushed over to hand them to her as soon as he saw her. Emma did not detect any hint of alcohol on him, but as soon as she climbed into the car, the scent of liquor wafting off the man in the passenger seat was unmistakable. "Please take Mr. Brown home. Drive safe!" the assistant said while waving from the roadside. She paused. "Aren't you coming with us?" Who was going to help Michael inside once they arrived? "I have other matters to attend to." Emma was left speechless. With no other choice, she slid into the driver's seat. She stole a glance at Michael, his suit and shirt still impeccably neat. His handsome face was taut, and his lips were pressed into a thin line. He radiated an aura that screamed