Bill gave Travon water and saw that Travon gave it to the girl for gargle. Rather than disgusted, Travon was very attentive and gentle.

Good heaven! Bill could not believe what he saw.

After she was done with vomit, Cissy was unsteady and fell forward. Travon quickly pulled her to his arms. Then he lifted her and walked toward a Maybach that had been waiting.

Travon put her into the car carefully, then he got into it and sat next to Cissy. He held her head so as not to have her get hurt.

Mike who had been Travon's driver for over ten years had never seen any woman got into his car. However, this woman did it. A woman with a strong unpleasant smell.

Mr. Melman was not normal today.

The car stopped before a three-floor villa, surrounded by other houses, an outdoor swimming pool, and a golf course. It was hard to imagine there was such a luxurious place in Kapital where land cost was so high.

Travon got off the car, then turned around to put dazed Cissy out. She now could felt a stranger came closer and became alert. Her legs started to kick wildly.

Travon failed to get her out but was kicked several times. His face didn't look good.

Bill covered his face with his hands. He was worried that his boss would kill him for he had witnessed the scene that his boss was bullied. And one kick seemed to be on his best leg of three.

Travon lowered himself into the car and was kicked again on his belly, but he just sighed. "I'm not a bad guy. I am taking you to have a rest. Come on." Travon spoke to her gently.

His magnetic and gentle voice magically calmed Cissy down. Her face even rubbed his chest when she was in his arms.

All along the way, Travon carried Cissy into his bedroom. Every servant he met stopped what they were doing and looked at him and the girl in his arms in disbelief.

In the servants' view, Travon was almost a celibate. They had never seen any girl stayed overnight here.

"Lucy!" Travon ignored their stares and shouted.

Maid Lucy rushed downstairs and was so happy when she saw Travon holding a girl walked towards his bedroom.

She felt like it was the first time he dated a girl.

"Clean her up and change her clothes." Travon left at once after telling her what to do, for Lucy's stare made him uncomfortable.

After she had done her job, Lucy found Travon was drinking alone on a balcony on the third floor. He looked lonely.

He needed a woman, Lucy thought.

"She looks pretty," Lucy couldn't help but say.

"I'm off to see her," Travon nodded slightly.

Travon was aware that Lucy had something to say, chatter or gossip. He knew she cared about him, but he didn't want to talk about it.

"Hey, wait. I just want to tell you that you'd better not go. She is..." Before "mad after drunk" was spoken, Travon had left.

When he came in, Travon saw she was sitting on the balcony rail in his shirt, her fair long legs swinging back and forth.

His eyelid was half-closed and his breath was not steady. He stared at the girl, cold and expressionless.