Imogen did not move. She was already in a deep sleep.

“I told you to stop drinking, yet you didn’t listen to me. Look at you now. You’ll feel the worst of it when you wake up tomorrow.”

Dylan poked Imogen’s cheeks. He resigned to his fate and carried her out of the presidential suite.

However, he had no idea which room she stayed in.

He stopped and put her down, supporting her with one arm. Using his other hand, he fished out his phone and called Serenity.

Serenity answered quickly.

“Do you know Ms. Doyle’s room number, Serenity?”

She replied, “I don’t know either. She just told me that she’s staying at Wiltspoon Hotel. Is she drunk? Wait a minute, I’ll help you.”

After speaking, she turned to Zachary and said, “Babe, go find Imogen’s room number. She got drunk, and Dylan is taking her back to her room.”

Zachary’s expression tensed. Although he was unwilling, he still walked away with Sonny in tow while muttering under his breath after Serenity urged him.

Not long after,