Nora Thompson grabbed Avery Jane's hand and rushed outside; this was probably the most reckless act of her life.
Emma White finished the check-in process and turned around, but where was she? How could she have vanished when she was here just ten minutes ago?
In the vast hotel lobby, even with people coming and going, it wasn't impossible to find someone. Yet, Emma White just couldn't spot Avery Jane, and she let out an anguished scream inside her heart—had she lost her?
A jet-black luxurious car was driving down the road. The handsome, tall man in the back seat had his eyes closed, his thick eyelashes emanating a cold and calm lethal vibe. His fingers elegantly pressed against his brows as if unable to bear the turmoil within his heart. The bodyguard in the front, wearing an earpiece, turned around to quickly report the news to Joshua Hughes.
