Thinking of this, Ya Chen's brows furrowed even tighter.
Damn it, even if this woman wants to die, it shouldn't be now!
The door opened, and a trusted guard hurried in: "Miss Lan has news; someone found her car parked in the garage of the Tiss Hotel."
Ya Chen's tense face instantly relaxed, yet an inexplicable anger surged up.
He rarely went home over the years; besides living in the Royal Office Building, he had booked a floor of the Tiss Hotel as his long-term suite for relaxation when he wasn't working.
Lan Yurou knew of that place too, having visited a few times. The hotel manager was also aware of their relationship, so it wasn't surprising she was let in.
She ran off to the Tiss Hotel without a word?
His face was grim as he walked towards the door, holding a metal cane.
The reporting guard quickly glanced at another guard in the office, and they both followed.
