Her Biliionaire Husband

Veronica was exhausted and fell asleep immediately. She didn't catch what Matthew said. Matthew drove to Miguel. Matthew asked, "No news about Drew yet?"

Miguel shook his head.

"What about Caleb?"

"Caleb took Naruto abroad over the weekend for a treatment."

Miguel's phone suddenly rang. He picked up the call.

"Mr. Lynch, we have found President Robins. He is drinking at the Twilight Club."

"Drinking?"

"Yes, we are keeping an eye on him."

As soon as the person on the other side of the line finished, Miguel terminated the call. A string of curses escaped his lips. "D*mn it! Skyler must've gone crazy. He hasn't recovered and yet, he went to drink!"

The two men got in the car and headed to Twilight Club together. They entered the bustling club and went to the second floor, where they found Skyler drinking on a couch.

There were several empty bottles on the table, and there was a woman next to Skyler, feeding him. Behind him stood another one who was massaging his shoulders.

"Hey, Skyler, you surely can drink." The woman who was feeding him smiled flatteringly.

The room was filled with deafening music as several ladies grooved along it, creating a lively atmosphere.

As soon as the door flung open, Miguel turned on all the lights and walked directly to the jukebox to pause the music. All eyes were on them. It became silent out of a sudden.

The woman who was holding onto Skyler seemed to not recognize Matthew and Miguel. She stared at them arrogantly. "Who are you? Who gives you the nerves to act recklessly in the room? Do you know who he is? Do you have a death wish—Argh!"

Unfortunately, Skyler didn't give her a chance to finish speaking and slapped her. The woman lost her balance and fell to the floor from the sofa.

He shot her a cold gaze. "Get lost!"

Finally realizing that something was wrong, she covered her face while running out of the private lounge with teary eyes.

The other women exchanged glances before leaving the room in ones and twos. It was already late fall, so the temperature difference between day and night was huge.

Matthew was wearing a black casual suit with his hands in his pockets. Standing, he stared at Skyler with a frown. "Are you in a hurry to hell?"