Sherman''s guess proved correct as he received a call from his friend while on the way. Rita was indeed at Golden Sand Hotel near hispany. "Quick, tell me which floor she''s on?"


    "She''s in Room A414! Hurry up and get there," said his friend seriously. "When I saw her in the hotel corridor, she seemed dazed and confused. Something''s not right. She looks like she''s been drugged, and..." He stopped himself mid-sentence.


    The air around Sherman was tense. "Thanks. I''ll properly thank you after this is over."


    "Hey, no need for that. What''s important now is to make sure she''s safe. Don''t worry, I''ve already informed the hotel staff. Let''s hope... Let''s hope it''s not toote. I wonder who''s so brazen to do such despicable things in my hotel..."


    Sherman did not have the luxury to listen to his friend''sint. He quickly hung up the phone, pushing the gas pedal as he headed straight for the hotel. Fortunately, it was not too far.


    Meanwhile, the hotel staff were bustling up and down, responding to the emergency. They only knew that something extremely serious had happened in Room A414. Theirpany president had issued the most severe orders, and they had to get there quickly.


    "What on earth happened? I''ve been working here for years, and I''ve never received a level-one directive before." The hotel staff exchanged information as they ran.


    "I have no idea, but thepany president seems really angry. Well, there''s no point in specting now. The most important thing is to get there quickly."


    The thug sauntered down the hotel


    corridor, tossing the room keycard in his hand. The surrounding staff were all in a hurry, and he suddenly felt something was amiss. Karen had paid him a lot of money toplete the task. Moreover, lying in that


    room was a beautiful woman, which was a bonus to him.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    However, as soon as he approached Room A414, he was immediately spotted. The staff had not received instructions yet, but everyone was stationed at the door, so it was easy to notice the thug. "Who are you? What business do you have in this room?" asked one of the staff.


    The thug immediately straightened up and cleared his throat. "Ahem! What business could I have? My girlfriend is sleeping in this room. This is my room keycard, so why can''t I go in?"


    The staff exchanged nces with each other. Since it was indeed a keycard issued by their hotel, he must be their guest. They immediately changed their demeanor.


    "Oh, so you''re a guest. Sorry about


    that. There''s been a bit of an incident at the hotel, and for the sake of everyone''s safety, we''re being extra cautious with ou


    checks. We hope you understand."


    The thug immediately shed a smile and acted considerate. "Of course. Isn''t this hotel all about taking care of us guests? Since everything''s fine, I''ll just go in now."


    Meanwhile, Sherman had already


    arrived downstairs at the hotel. He


    desperately suppressed his impulse until he stepped onto the fourth floor, feeling like he was finallying to his senses. He went


    straight to the door of Room A414.


    "Mister Sherman."


    The staff at the door immediately lowered their heads. Sherman was a friend of theirpany president, and all the staff were very aware of that fact. They just did not know why he was here.