She opened the bottle and drank it slowly.

Around ten minutes later, the people in the bar could clearly hear the cry from inside the private booth.

The woman's voice was loud and pitiful.

Late that night

Supported by Bennett, Terilynn walked out of the private booth to the

Emperor parked near the bar. Seeing them, a man got out of the car.

“Mr. Carlos," Bennett nodded and handed the drunken girl to him carefully.

With a very straight face, Carlos claimed her from the bodyguard and asked coldly, “Terilynn, how drunk are you?" He gathered her in his arms and gently placed her in the back seat of the car.

Hearing the familiar voice, she tried to raise her head to see who it was, but she was feeling weak and couldn't move an inch.

"Who the hell are you? It's none of your business!"

Carlos said angrily, “You are not allowed to drink again."

“That's none of your business!" she said again.

“I'm your father! And you are way out of control!" Carlos snapped.

“Oh, Dad... Daddy, you are here.” All of a sudden, she sat up and started crying in his arms.

His heart softened. He decided not to scold her. Terilynn didn't want to let go of him, so he had to sit in the car beside her and let her cry on his shoulder.

As a father, the only thing Carlos could do to help her out was to give her a shoulder to cry on. Unrequited love was the worst.

The car drove away and Terilynn's tears fell like rain. She stared out the window, her tears blurring the wonders of the city.

At the Hilton Residence

It was almost midnight and the lights were still on in the Hilton

Residence. Neither daughter had come back yet.

Debbie waited for Carlos and Terilynn in the living room. Bennett opened the door and walked in. Later, Carlos walked in, Terilynn in his arms.

Debbie hurried over and asked anxiously, "God, she reeks of alcohol!

How much did she have?" She turned to a housemaid.

“Get some hangover soup upstairs—quickly."

“Yes, ma'am."