Yvette touched her hair and suddenly realized something. “I forgot! Why am I at your house? I’ll leave now!”

With that, she grabbed her phone and headed out.

The person on the phone spoke in a suppressed tone.

“Yvette, hurry back to your room and go to sleep!”

Yvette froze in place when she heard that.

She looked around dumbfounded as she tried to recognize whose house she was in.

Clayton picked Nicole up with one hand.

“Ms. Quimbey, you should go in and rest. I’ll take Nicole with me.”

Luckily, they were drinking at home. They would have been in trouble if they were outside.

Yvette froze. “Oh, okay. Go back home then. Goodbye!”

A voice once again came through the phone that Yvette was holding.

“Yvette, hurry back to bed! If you drink so much again next time, watch how I’ll clean you up!”

Lance was ruthless and talkative. He was helpless over the video call.

The maid sent Clayton out and said, “Mr. Sloan, have someone make Ms. Stanton some hangover tea before she sleeps. O