"Did Mr. Lewis drink too much? But shouldn't you call Mr. Zander instead?" Tiffany asked in surprise.
"Alex is also drunk. They're together," Charles lied through his teeth. "If you don't come, I'll have to throw them both out to sleep on the street."
With that, he hung up the phone.
Charles chuckled at his phone. "Vincent, let's see if you can resist that intriguing woman any longer."
Tiffany clutched the phone, her mind a whirlwind of worry. Visions of Vincent, intoxicated and tossed onto the street, flickered through her mind.
The potential for a media scandal, and the inevitable blow to the Lewis Group's reputation sent a jolt of panic through her.
Suddenly, a memory surfaced in her head.
It was from the night Vincent had overindulged and asked her to be his designated driver. This recollection reignited Tiffany's sense of duty.
She acknowledged that as his assistant, looking after his well-being was part of her jon.
She hailed a caband headed straight for Nocturne Nightclub.
As soon as she arrived at the entrance, a waiter approached her. "Are you Ms. Lloyd?"
"That's me, where's Mr. Lewis?" Tiffany responded, quickly catching on.
The waiter gave a curt nod. "Please follow me."
A sliver of relief flickered across Tiffany's face. It seemed she wasn't too late, and Lewis and Alex hadn't been thrown out onto the street yet…
"Mr. Lewis is in here." The waiter guided her to a door.
He swiped a keycard and then gestured for her to enter the now-open doorway.
"Thank you," Tiffany said, her concern for Vincent overriding any hesitation. Without a second thought, she stepped into the room.
It was a spacious suite, surprisingly large with four or five separate rooms. Tiffany quickly searched through them until she found Vincent in the last one.
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