Shelly was so happy that she was walking almost jumping up and down, but due to her status and tutelage, she just had to suppress her emotions.
“Dad, I’m not going home tonight, Alan Grant is letting me stay overnight.”
“Sure, but you have to be careful who you are.”
Shelly’s dad instantly agreed, and if Matthew Grant hadn’t gotten married so early, he would have thought about marrying his daughter with The Grant family.
But now it’s good that Alan Grant is staying overnight, proving that he still likes Shelly.
Shelly nodded her head, turned around and started looking for Matthew Grant’s figure in the crowd.
Now that she had the chance, she had to take it!
She scanned around, but saw Matthew Grant being helped upstairs by a servant, not seeing his face, but probably drunk.
After the rice was cooked, she didn’t believe Matthew Grant wouldn’t be responsible.
Half thinking, Shelly bypassed a group of social people and quietly followed them upstairs, but she didn’t see which room Matthew Grant was actually helped into.
She was just about to go from room to room when she heard other people’s voices and hastily hid behind a door.
Blanca Roach hurried past on her high heels, apparently to see Matthew Grant, asking as she went.
“Just how much has Matthew Grant been drinking?”
“I’m not sure, it’s just that there were a lot of people socializing today, so probably the young master drank a little more wine.”
Drank … a little more?
The amount of alcohol that a person like Matthew Grant, who is always entertaining, can drink is only more, but today, he is drunk, so how can she believe that he drank a little?
“Where is he now?”
“The young master is too drunk to be sent upstairs to the bedroom, in the guest room on this floor.”
Blanca Roach frowned slightly and quickened her pace.
She unscrewed the door to the guest bedroom to see the black figure lying flat on the bed, his suit jacket casually tossed aside and the collar of his shirt roughly ripped open to reveal his wheaten chest.
“Matthew Grant, Matthew Grant …”
Blanca Roach called out to the man in the bed several times with little response, seemingly really drunk.
She sighed and grabbed a wet towel from the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed to wipe his face, only to have her wrist grabbed.
Matthew Grant seemed to be extremely impatient now, and pinned Blanca Roach to the bed with a commanding tone between his words.
“It’s late, go to bed.”
“Okay, let’s sleep.”
Blanca Roach softened her tone and tried to get out from under him, but she was dragged back just after she moved a little.
She had no choice but to give up and raise her eyes to watch him.
Matthew Grant now closed his eyes, the angles and harshness of his face eased a bit, but the middle of the brow fell a deep fold, looking as if there is a lot of sadness.
In fact, she always says she’s very busy, Matthew Grant is not, supporting such a large family and company is no easy task.
Now Matthew Grant said he was drunk and asleep, but he was still too tired.
Blanca Roach blinked her eyes and felt nothing but pain.
In the hallway, Shelly listened for no sound outside before coming out from behind the door and meeting an underling.
She reached out to stop it and slowed her voice to test it.
“Where is your bathroom here?”
“Miss, there are toilets in the rooms on this floor, but the room at the end is our young master’s, so it’s not convenient for you to go there.”
Young master?
I didn’t expect to get the word out so quickly, Shelly pressed the corners of her slightly curled mouth and waved her hand at her.
“You go on down.”
Shelly watched as the underling disappeared from sight, stepping on her heels and heading straight for the room at the end.
Tomorrow, she was going to let Blanca Roach die completely …