Chapter 258

After some thought, Andrew called the manager to arrange designated drivers for the two women.

The manager stared, shocked. “Have them driven home? Sir, what are you thinking?”

Andrew was confused. “What do you mean? They’re both drunk. Of course, I have to get them home.”

The manager exclaimed, exasperated, “You absolutely cannot send these young ladies home! Don’t you understand? Two beautiful women, drunk in your presence—surely you know what that means! This is your golden opportunity! I can’t believe you’d let this slip away!”

Andrew watched, speechless, as the manager became increasingly agitated.

“I have to admit, your charm is impressive,” the manager said enviously. “Do you realize who these Jayrödale heiresses are? Most people can’t get near them, let alone have both interested!”

“Forget the drivers—let me call you a cab,” the manager continued, winking. “Take them somewhere nice to relax, if you know what I mean. Just be safe!”

Andrew shook his head at the manager’s implications. Lauren and Francesca were not ordinary women. If they weren't home by midnight, their families' security teams would be mobilized.

After securing a cab, Andrew dropped Lauren off first, then proceeded to the Aicker residence with Francesca. Although she had her own apartment at the Moonlit Sanctuary, Andrew didn't know her exact unit and felt uncomfortable leaving her alone in her intoxicated state.

“You again,” Simon growled, opening the door.

Andrew stated simply, “I’m just dropping her home.”

Simon’s eyes flashed with rage at the sight of Francesca sleeping in Andrew’s arms. “You pervert! What did you do to my dear Fran? I’ll kill you!”

Andrew frowned. “Keep your voice down. She’s just drunk. And I didn’t do anything to her.”

“Yeah, right!” Simon shouted. “You expect me to believe you didn’t try anything? She’s in your arms! I knew you were trouble from the start. I’m telling Mr. Aicker! Your reputation is finished!”

Andrew replied calmly, “Do as you please, but move aside so I can get Fran to bed.” Simon sneered, “Oh, it’s ‘Fran’ now? You clearly have designs on her! Well, let me tell you, Fran and I are meant to be together. A nobody like you doesn’t deserve her.”

As Simon reached for Francesca, Andrew smoothly stepped back, keeping her safely held.