"Skyler, let's take the boss back. Look at the way he's turned out, he can't even take care of himself how he wants."
As soon as Brayden heard "back", he began to struggle, while wriggling around in the chair while yelling "can still drink, do not go back!
Originally Leon's strength to bear Brayden such weight is not a problem at all, but Brayden has been uncooperative swing, Leon into such a place would have been dizzy, he moved, almost even with Leon fell to the ground.
Skyler saw Leon could not hold Brayden, took the initiative to pick up Brayden's one arm on his neck, let Leon hold his other arm, the two together to Brayden rack away.
With the help of this black belt in taekwondo, Leon took Brayden's road is much smoother, the two together Brayden helped to the car, Skyler was driving navigation to find here, the way back will soon forget, so Leon got into the driver's seat.
"How did Brayden get so drunk? And how did you find your way here?" When he got to the car, Skyler finally asked the question he had been holding in his mind.
"I really did not expect Dolly is actually such a person, thanks to us to help her keep the secret before, to help her behind the scenes to hide the boss, if we had revealed the truth with the boss before, the boss would not think that everyone is hiding from him and betray him ...... would not run here to drink like this ......"
Because it was the middle of the night, there were very few people in the car, Leon then some out of anger like driving very fast. His left hand slapped hard toward the steering wheel: "No, I must get out of this bad breath for the boss."
"You drive slower ......" Skyler shouted anxiously from the back seat, Brayden's hand jerked next to her and she turned her head to look over, Brayden was still mumbling and changing his sitting position.
"You don't do anything blind behind the scenes, no touching Dolly, I still believe in Dolly's character." Skyler defended Dolly.
Leon drove slower: "Didn't you see those photos? One photo may be a misunderstanding, two photos may be a coincidence, but when more than twenty photos appear in front of you, do you really think it's just a mistake somewhere?"
Skyler continued to retort, "And have you ever wondered where these photos came from and who took them?"
Leon was silent for a while and then said, "There is a saying that 'seeing is believing' we saw it twice with our own eyes, isn't that enough? As for the source of these photos, I will definitely investigate them properly."
Skyler stopped talking, she actually believed in Dolly's personality, but she couldn't deny the old adage 'seeing is believing'. Looking at Brayden's drunken appearance next to her, and Leon, who was almost taking the wheel, she chose to remain silent.
The scenery outside the window is fading fast, and the soft moonlight is spilling on the ground, like a hazy veil lining the earth, rendering a mysterious color to the night.
On the other hand, Dolly was holding chopsticks, looking at Jayden's four dishes and one soup, and for some reason, a feeling of uneasiness came up in her heart, and she poked her cheeks with the top of her chopsticks, hesitating to eat.
His cell phone was on the nightstand next to him, and he picked it up to see that it was still dark, as if it had been turned off. His hands were in his hair, as if trying to find some fragment of the latter part of last night in his fractured memory.
The door to the room was pushed open with a 'creak' and Skyler at the door with a bowl of soup, "Brayden, you're awake?"
"I ...... why am I here?"
"You were drunk last night, Leon and I searched for you for a long time before we found you at the bar, and then we brought you back, the clothes you were wearing, Leon changed them for you."
Brayden got out of bed, "I ...... I'm fine, don't you guys worry."
Skyler handed him the soup he was carrying, "Brayden, you really drank too much yesterday, so drink this sobriety soup or you'll have a headache all day."
Skyler handed him the soup and went out to call Leon, leaving Brayden alone in the room staring at the soup reflecting his own figure.
He still remembered the pictures he saw yesterday afternoon, the scene, his chest was uncomfortable, his throat was hot like to spit out fire, he set the bowl in his hand heavily on the table, hot soup splashed, two or three drops splashed on the back of his hand, he did not know, spilled on the table, the few drops, like rain, rain fell into the river traces.
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