Ariella Sawyer stared at him for quite a while, feeling a bit of a headache.
The Walyon Family's security was doing a shift change at this moment, so there was no one at the gate.
Ariella glanced at the empty entrance, suddenly unsure of what to do.
Leave Ryan Walyon in the car and just go?
She didn't feel comfortable leaving a drunk person alone in the car.
After pacing at the entrance for a while, Ariella gritted her teeth, grabbed Ryan Walyon's arm, draped it over her shoulder, and supported him toward the big house.
Luckily, Ryan wasn't as heavy as last time, so she could barely manage to carry him.
"Where's your room?" she asked while walking.
Ryan didn't respond at first. Ariella had to pat him several times before he lazily opened his eyes and pointed in the direction of his private residence.
The standalone houses within the Walyon Family estate were easy to distinguish, as each one was spaced quite far apart. The direction Ryan pointed to had only one small villa.
