I’m Tired

The car sleekly drove into the compound before coming to a stop at the front of the mansion. Without waiting for the driver to park the car properly, Zaire opened the car and alighted from it. He staggered slightly and stared at the mansion with an unfocused gaze.

Arthur's eyes widened, and his heart almost flew off his chest upon seeing Zaire’s dangerous act of getting out of the car without waiting for the car to be parked. Too much alcohol is really not a good thing; his composed boss turned out to be like this when drunk.

Arthur quickly parked the car and hurried toward Zaire. He bowed slightly and extended his hand in front of Zaire. “Boss, should I help you?” Arthur offered, concern evident in his eyes.

Upon hearing Arthur’s offer, Zaire snapped out of his absentmindedness, raised his hand, and massaged his brows. He staggered forward and casually waved his hand in the air, his actions rejecting Arthur’s offer and telling Arthur to leave. Without further ado, Zaire carefully st