Chapter: 1757

As far as she could remember, Carson was a moderate drinker. He never allowed himself to get drunk, especially when he was alone.

With his status, many people were waiting for an opportunity to take advantage of him. So, he made sure he was not in a vulnerable state in any circumstances.

That was why Rosa was shocked when the manager called and told her that Carson was drunk. This was something she didn't expect.

Rosa pushed the door open and walked inside the private room.

It was a little dark inside. There were only a few soft and colorful flickering lights casting a gentle glow throughout the room. The faint sound of music came from all directions.

The private room was spacious, but the pungent smell of alcohol filled the air. And on the table, wine bottles were scattered haphazardly.

There was a long sofa that occupied almost half of the room. It was where Carson lay on his back with his eyes closed. His one hand hung limply by his side.

Carson's face had been engraved in Rosa's mind for a long time, so she could never forget it. Also, they had faced each other not so long ago. But seeing him now still made her heart uncontrollably skip a beat.

She pursed her lips and approached him step by step.

"Carson..."

Carson slowly opened his eyes. He glanced at Rosa faintly, and she wasn't sure if he recognized her. He closed his eyes again, frowned, and complained, “It's too noisy."

Rosa looked at his neck, which was originally fair, but now it was slightly red due to drunkenness. Her face was full of concern. She glanced at the table and found the remote control. She picked it up and turned off the music.

The private room instantly fell silent. And the dazzling, restless lights finally stopped dancing.

Carson suddenly opened his eyes. Maybe because it became too quiet, or perhaps because he was drunk, or because of maintaining a high level of vigilance all these years. No one knew the answer.

“Who told you to turn off the lights?" He couldn't see the person inside the private room clearly, so he sounded cold and angry. The scent of alcohol on his breath was strong.

"It's getting late. Go back to sleep," Rosa gently said after thinking for a while.

Carson squinted his eyes habitually.

“Who are you? What right do you have to tell me what to do? Where is the manager here? Ask him to come over."

He wasn't completely drunk, so he barely remembered what had happened and the people he was with in the private room before he fell asleep.

After saying this, Carson stood up staggeringly and was about to walk out of the private room. It was late at night, but the club was still bustling. In his current inebriated state, it was too dangerous.

If someone with ill intentions spotted him leaving alone, they might do something to him.

At the thought of this, Rosa's heart softened.

She couldn't let him leave like this. After all, he was Maya's father.

So, she grabbed Carson's arm and said, "You are drunk. Where do you think you're going?"