The long street was sparse with traffic.
Looking around, there was no sign of Mark Anderson and the others. It had been a few minutes; they either took a cab or had already gone far.
I frowned, feeling a bit frustrated.
I didn't have much time. If I was late, Mark Anderson would succeed, and such an event could ruin a girl's life.
"That beast!"
I cursed.
I had heard from Robert Wilson that Mark Anderson was not a good person, but I thought it was only about being fickle and promiscuous.
I never expected Mark Anderson to be such a vile, beastly character!
The thug had mentioned that Mark Anderson wasn't buying drugs for the first time, which meant he had done such things more than once.
Standing still, I calmly considered my options.
There were currently two possibilities. First, they took a taxi to a farther place, looking for a hotel; the second was that they walked, as I remembered there was a large hotel nearby.
Both were possible, but the second seemed more likely.
