Chapter 187

Charles let out a long sigh. Running into this troublemaker felt like the worst luck in his life. Rubbing his aching temples, he instructed, "Take us to Yewton Hotel." … In the presidential suite of Yewton Hotel, a thud echoed. The door swung open, and Charles carried Marsha inside. They were both an absolute mess. The mixture of smells assaulted Charles' senses, making him lift his head in disgust. "Marsha," he grumbled. "You're paying me back for this when you sober up." Both his car and clothes were ruined, all thanks to her. Charles tried to set her down on the couch, but Marsha tightened her arms around his neck. Eyes still shut, she mumbled stubbornly, "No." Her grip only got stronger. A vein throbbed on his forehead. Through gritted teeth, he growled, "Let go, or I'll find someone to deal with you." If he let her sleep like this, there was no telling what kind of mess she would stir up in the morning. Worse, if Austin were to find out, Charles would be dead me