Chapter 20

Laurelle tightened her grasp over her phone. "Could you hand your phone over to your boss, please?" Owen hesitated. "Ms. Fletcher, Mr. Gray had a bit too much to drink tonight. It might not be that—" Before he could finish his sentence, Zachariah, who was supposed to have fallen asleep in the back seat, opened his eyes all of a sudden. With a swift move, he took the cell phone from Owen's hand. "Yes? You were asking for me?" Owen was taken aback. He scratched the back of his head, feeling perplexed. Zachariah had still needed Owen to support him while walking earlier. Why did he seem to have become sober in the blink of an eye? This was too fascinating! The voice of a drunk Zachariah was deep, low, and husky. Laurelle was stunned. The moment his mellow and sweet-sounding voice sounded by her ear, her hair stood on end, and goosebumps appeared all over her body. How could someone's voice sound so pleasing to the ear? "Lau… relle?" It wasn't until Zachariah enunciated