Meanwhile, Mike pressed his aching temples and woke up.
"Guoguo?"
Remembering last night's events, Mike was just about to turn to the girl beside him and say, "I'll take responsibility for you," but to his surprise, the space beside him was empty.
All that was left was a dry crimson stain on the sheets.
Lurid, glaring.
But... where's the person?
Mike frowned, his eyes sweeping around the room and noticing her clothes were gone too.
He immediately called the front desk to inquire.
"Where's the girl from China who came with me?"
The front desk said, "Hello Mr. Mike, the girl from China left early in the morning."
"Which direction did she go?" Mike continued to ask.
"Please hold on, I'll check the surveillance for you." The front desk staff spoke with respect and promptly pulled up the footage.
Normally, this wouldn't be allowed, but who is Mike, the Duke's only son? Naturally, if the requests can be fulfilled, they must be.
