Chapter 299: What do you mean? Allison racked her brain, weighing every possibility, but she didnt think anyone here could hurt Ken.


    Hes not himself tonight, Sherman murmured.


    As Kens assistant, he knew the mans behavior better than anyone else.


    The gs about to start, but Mr.


    Lloyd locked himself in his room and started drinking right after a private conversation with Mr.


    kely.


    He even told me to take you home.


    Sherman pressed the elevator button, his expression tight with worry.


    He doesnt have to attend the g, but theres an auction at midnight.


    Our business partners expect him to be there.


    Shermans voice wavered.


    Mr.


    Lloyd is supposed to lead the negotiations.


    No one had anticipated Ken suddenly changing his ns.


    The most troubling aspect was his drinking.


    Ken was always disciplined, so for him to indulge like this meant something grave had happened.


    Sherman knew that if anyone could get through to Ken, it was Allison.


    He bowed slightly, desperation in his eyes.


    Ms.


    rke, I really had no choice but toe to you.


    Can you talk to him, at least get him to stop drinking? Allisons brow furrowed.


    He has a stomach condition.


    Yes, I know, Sherman said with a heavy sigh.


    He rarely drinks, and tonight… tonight is very unusual.


    Im really worried.


    Everyone who had tried to enter Kens room had been turned away, even Ferdinand.


    They reached the top floor, and Allison couldnt believe what she was hearing.


    It was hard to imagine what could bring Ken to this state.


    Ill see what I can do, she replied quietly.


    Thank you, Ms.


    rke.


    No matter the oue, I appreciate your help.


    Shermans voice was strained, an apology lingering beneath his words.


    All the VIPs are downstairs.


    I have to greet them.


    I cant leave them hanging.


    Allison nodded, understanding the situation.


    This was his job, and he was only here because he had no other options left.


    Go handle the partners, she said softly.


    Ill take care of this.


    With a quick nod, Sherman handed her the ess code and hurried off.


    Allison watched him go before turning to the door.


    She punched in the numbers, and the lock clicked open effortlessly.


    Mr.


    Lloyd? she called out as she stepped inside.


    The silence was almost suffocating.


    A single, soft yellowmp illuminated the room.


    There, leaning against the bed, was Ken.


    He was drinking, and the sight of him sent a chill down her spine.


    Ken, the man who was always soposed and in control, looked utterly defeated.


    His hair was disheveled, hanging messily over his eyes.


    The normally immacte shirt was unbuttoned at the cor, revealing a glimpse of his chest, and his tie hung loosely around his neck.


    His entire demeanor was uncharacteristically wild debauched yet somehow still exuding a sense of luxury.


    As he tipped back the ss, the brandy glistening under themps glow, she could see the raw look in his eyes.


    Youre here, he murmured, his voice deep and rough.


    .


    .


    .