Chapter 73

Upon hearing this, Christopher cooperatively walked with Cynthia and got into a taxi together. Meanwhile, at the next intersection, Melody declined Anthony's offer of a company tour and waited for Heidi. When the red sports car arrived, she got in.

"You really have no shame, Mel," Heidi complained. "When I mentioned Anthony, you wanted nothing to do with him, but now you're in his car just to talk to him a little longer."

Melody had no defense and awkwardly tried to explain, "It's just a few minutes' ride. We didn't talk about much."

"But you could steal a few kisses," Heidi teased.

Melody was speechless.

"Come on. Spill. What did you two talk about? Or else I'll just make up my own version," Heidi pressed.

Melody smiled helplessly and said, "I swear, we didn't talk about anything serious. It was just about some company matters."

The two continued their banter as they headed home. Meanwhile, the taxi stopped outside a hotel, and Cynthia helped Christopher inside. However, he waved her hand away and frowned, emphasizing, "I'm married. Keep your distance from me."

She was speechless. "Damn it! Let's see if you'll still say that after a while in bed. I'll make this 'distance' negative," she thought.

"Alright. Let's go home. Mel is waiting," Cynthia said with a smile.

At first, Christopher cooperated, but upon reaching the hotel entrance, he stopped, staring at the door, then looked up.

"What's wrong, Christopher? Let's go home," she urged, trying to push him inside.

He pushed her away. She staggered, almost losing her balance.

"This isn't my home. Don't try to fool me." He glared at her and walked away.

Cynthia panicked. Was Christopher sober now? She hurried to catch up, only to see him dialing a number, speaking with a hint of grievance.

"Melody, come pick me up. I'm drunk. Is the hangover remedy ready? I want to drink it."

On the other end of the line, Sheldon was speechless.

"Mr. Fuller, where are you? Are you drunk? I'll come get you right now," he replied.

Christopher turned, looked at the large hotel sign, and answered, "Four Seasons Grand Hotel."

Cynthia overheard the conversation and thought it was Melody, but just as she was about to grab the phone, she realized he had called Sheldon. He could still recognize words and speak clearly. Cynthia was unsure, but she wasn't going to give up. She would try again. Normally, Christopher would reject her repeatedly when sober, but this was a great opportunity.

She tried to pull him up, but he sat on the curb, quiet and unmoving, waiting for "Melody" to pick him up. Meanwhile, Sheldon had pinpointed the location.

About ten minutes later, he arrived and found Christopher sitting on the stone steps. His expensive suit looked like it had been dragged through the dirt. Next to him stood Cynthia, struggling to pull him away.

"Mr. Fuller, are you alright?" Sheldon asked.

Christopher looked up, frowned, and said, "Sheldon, why are you here?" Sheldon was speechless. "Didn't you just call me?" he thought.