Chapter 1886: Found the Person

The bar’s staff accidentally overheard Yvette’s private affairs. Thus, they were more careful in serving

her.

The bar manager tried every way to make Yvette happy, but Yvette just kept on drinking.

Her phone rang over and over again with calls from different numbers, but she did not answer it.

Sheldon Residence.

Lance used countless numbers to call Yvette, but she did not answer.

His patience was wearing out.

He looked very worried.

Finally, he called Nicole, who also rejected his call resolutely.

Needless to say, Yvette must have called Nicole beforehand. Otherwise, Nicole would not have refused

so decisively.

Lance hesitated if he should call Clayton to ask for his help. However, he was afraid that too many

people knowing about this matter would make it a farce instead.

The maid, Mrs. Sally, stood by the side. She did not know what was going on, so she was

apprehensive and lost.

Lance was preoccupied, so he told Mrs. Sally to go about her own work.

Mrs. Sally wondered if this had to do with Yvette, so she quietly told Lance’s mother, Fiona, about it.

She was originally sent over by Fiona to take care of the young couple.

Although Fiona said that there was no need to report to her about the young couple’s affairs and that

the young couple needed privacy, the matter at hand seemed to be quite serious.

Thus, Mrs. Sally subconsciously thought of discussing it with Fiona.

Lance waited at home until the evening, but Yvette still did not come home.

He was extremely anxious, so he could only go out to look for her.

His first reaction was to go to the Stanton Mansion.

However, Nicole’s attitude was cold. She just asked the butler to relay her message — “Ms. Quimbey is

not here.”

After Lance left, he wandered around town. He had no other way but to call Mrs. Quimbey to ask

whether Yvette was with her.

Mrs. Quimbey was very sharp and immediately realized that something happened between the young

couple.

“Did you two get into a disagreement?”

Lance rubbed his forehead, not knowing how to explain.

He did not even get the chance to quarrel with Yvette and would have been relieved if Yvette had come

back home to make a fuss.

However, she just disappeared like she had evaporated into thin air.

“No…”

Lance casually brushed it off as he did not want the elders to know too much about their issues. As

Lance watched the sky darken gradually, his heart became even heavier.

Just then, Mrs. Sally, who was at home, called him.

“Sir, your wife is back.”

Lance breathed a sigh of relief. His gloomy face finally eased up slightly. “Got it.”

He hung up the phone and drove to their home. The disorientation in his heart also dissipated slightly.

However, he still had a sullen expression.

Lance thought, ‘She disappeared for so long without answering the phone or telling anyone? Doesn’t

she know that I’ll be worried?’

However, Lance’s anger subsided when he thought about what happened this afternoon. Yvette must

have overheard his conversation with Whitney and misunderstood them, so she left without a word.

It would be fine once he explained it clearly.

Lance quickly drove back home and pushed the door open.

He unintentionally smelled an unmistakable stench of alcohol.

Lance frowned slightly as the maid came out of the kitchen. “Sir, you’re back.”

He loosened his collar while he walked inside. “Where’s my wife?”

“Madam is in her room. She was drunk when she came back, and now she’s asleep. I’m making her

some hangover tea.”

Lance nodded and walked toward the bedroom. He suddenly thought of something and paused in his

footsteps.

“If she’s drunk, who sent her back?”

The maid replied, “That person said that he’s the owner of the bar. He sent her back personally.”

Lance’s face darkened a little.

The owner of the bar knew where Yvette lived? This made him very upset.

However, he quickly recovered his composure and pushed the door open.

Yvette was wrapped in the quilt, sleeping soundly. Her clothes were strewn about, and one of her

shoes was thrown on the bed.

She was really drunk.

Lance shook his head, walked over, and picked up the clothes.

“You may leave. Let me know when the hangover tea is done.”