A deep, bottomless smile played in the depths of his dark eyes.
'Great. She's learned to eat and run!'
Meanwhile, a frantic Georgia Thorne sprinted out of the hotel in a disheveled escape, her heart pounding with anxiety.
She hailed a taxi and went straight back to her rented apartment.
Back at the hotel, Elliot Sheridan had just finished showering when Owen Sawyer called.
"Speak." The single word was clipped and direct.
"Miss Thorne has already taken a taxi back."
"Mm."
This "mm" was different from his usual ones; the end of the sound curved upward.
It meant Elliot Sheridan was in a very good mood.
Recently, Elliot Sheridan had been in a terrible mood, getting angry at everything he saw.
Having been by Elliot Sheridan's side for years, he had never seen him fly into such an inexplicable rage.
It wasn't until he visited Elliot Sheridan's private apartment that he learned Georgia Thorne hadn't been there in a long time.
