Outside, it was pitch-black, the darkness swallowing everything; she couldn't see her hand in front of her face.
Just as she was ready to leave, the room service waiter arrived at the door.
"Miss, hello, your dinner."
"Thank you. Please put it on the table," Joan Harry said, feigning calm.
The waiter placed the dinner on the table and left.
Joan Harry's heart was unsettled; only when no one else was around did she close the door and rush quickly toward the hotel elevator.
Every passing second felt like sheer agony, and her legs were trembling uncontrollably.
Under the lights, her face was ashen.
She carried nothing but her phone.
This hotel was one Jesse Rowan had driven her to. All she knew was that it was in a very remote location; without a car, her only option was to hide here for now.
When she reached the elevator, she jumped in and used a scarf to cover her face.
The elevator descended slowly. With a "ding," it reached the ground floor.
