Chapter 965

Vivian Dempsey stood outside the restaurant clutching her phone. The night breeze sobered her up instantly.

A terrible realization hit her—she had no idea where Victor Laurent lived!

Evelyn Carter had just stepped through her front door when her phone rang. After hearing Vivian's plea, she chuckled and approached Alexander Hamilton, who was playing with their cat. "Do you know Victor's current address?"

Alexander paused mid-air with the cat food can, brow furrowing. "Why do you ask?"

"Vivian's in a real bind," Evelyn explained, phone wedged between her ear and shoulder as she stroked Peanut. "She can call a designated driver, but they need a destination. These two have been like this since childhood—some things never change."

Alexander shook his head ruefully. "The company offered him employee housing, but he declined, saying he'd already rented a place." He added, "HR should have it on file, but at this hour..."

Vivian's wail came through the phone: "What sin did I commit in my past life to be stuck with this nuisance now?"

Listening to her best friend's lament, Evelyn suddenly remembered something. "Did you bring your IDs?"

Three seconds of silence.

"We're screwed." Vivian's voice dripped with despair.

Meanwhile, Victor slept soundly, face planted on the table. Vivian angrily tugged his ear, only for him to roll over and trap her wrist beneath his cheek. When she finally freed herself, a red mark circled her skin.

Take him home? Vivian immediately pictured her father and grandmother's delighted faces—

"That's Victor Laurent! The bespectacled boy who visited often in high school!"

"What a coincidence! Let's invite his parents for dinner tomorrow!"

Vivian shuddered violently.

"Worst case, we could—" Evelyn began, but Vivian cut in decisively: "I'll dump him in the car and go get my ID myself!"

Before hanging up, Evelyn heard a waiter panting in the background.

When Vivian returned sweating, she found Alexander leaning against his car waiting.

"Evelyn was worried," he said simply. "Never leave a drunk alone. Our place."

Tears nearly sprang to Vivian's eyes. Alexander hoisted Victor into the car single-handedly, effortless as carrying a sack of rice.

At the Hamilton estate, Vivian still looked shaken. "I thought he built up tolerance abroad! Who knew one drink would knock him out?"

Evelyn poked her forehead. "Forgot your hospitalization last year from client dinners?"

Vivian immediately turned playful, begging for mercy. Watching her, Evelyn recalled Alexander's words during the drive.

What if... Victor truly had feelings for Vivian?

"Vivian, actually—"

"Stop!" Vivian reacted like a scalded cat. "Me and Victor? I'd rather go on blind dates!"

Evelyn swallowed her words. She knew better than anyone—the Dempsey family needed not just a son-in-law, but genuine love.

Meanwhile, in the guest room, Victor turned in his sleep, lips curving slightly as if dreaming something sweet.