?Chapter 388:


    Their positions were oddlyical.


    Andres was slumped over the table, his arm tucked under his head, face hidden, yet still carrying an air of elegance, as if even in sleep, he refused to look disheveled.


    Brian, on the other hand,y sprawled on the sofa, his face flushed from the alcohol. His posture was decent but far more rxedpared to Andres.


    Seeing the state they were in, Jeffrey wasted no time and rushed to wake Rachel.


    She had only nned to lie down for a moment, but exhaustion had taken over, and she had dozed off.


    “Rachel, wake up! Brian and Andres arepletely out of it. You need to see this!”


    Upon entering the living room, Rachel discovered both men were significantly impaired by alcohol. Surveying the scene, she concluded that getting their respective assistants to take them home was the best course of action. She immediately contacted Ronald, Brian’s assistant, who answered promptly.


    The real challenge, however,y with Andres. Rachel was at an impasse because shecked his assistant’s contact information and deemed it inappropriate to search his phone, which was also password-protected.


    For a moment, she stood there, uncertain of her next step. After a brief pause, she resolved to try rousing Andres. She shook him gently at first, then with more insistence, but he remained unresponsive, his heavy breathing a testament to how deeply the alcohol had imed him.


    With no viable alternatives, Jeffrey suggested, “Rachel, since he’s your friend, perhaps we could let him stay over tonight?”


    Rachel hesitated, her brows furrowing slightly. She and Andres weren’t particrly close, but with no better alternative at hand, she reluctantly agreed.


    “He can stay,” Rachel said, her tone measured. “He’s a key business associate. Jeffrey, could you sleep in the living room tonight?”


    “Of course,” Jeffrey responded without missing a beat. “He can have my room. I’ll be fine out here for the night.”


    “Thank you,” Rachel replied, her voice warm with appreciation.


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    Jeffrey offered a reassuring smile. “Don’t mention it.”


    Once they had agreed on the n, they started preparing to move Andres to Jeffrey’s room. However, the task proved far more challenging than expected. Andres was much heavier than anticipated in his drunken state, making it nearly impossible for them to reposition him.


    As they stood there, unsure of what to do next, the sound of the doorbell broke the silence.


    It was Ronald, arriving to take care of Brian. He immediately assured Rachel, “Trust me, I’ll ensure that Mr. White is safely escorted home.”


    “Thank you foring sote,” Rachel acknowledged his effort.


    “Attending to him is part of my job,” Ronald responded with a professional demeanor. With practiced ease, he slung Brian’s arm over his shoulder and guided him toward the door.


    Upon observing Ronald adeptly manage Brian, Rachel seized the opportunity to request his assistance further. “Ronald, could you possibly help us with another issue?”


    “Of course. What can I do for you?” Ronald responded.


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