Outside the private room, he dialed Eve Sherman's number.
The phone was off.
Eve Sherman, in all her years of work, never allowed herself to be unreachable.
Especially now, when her work wasn't even finished.
The more he thought about it, the more something felt off. So he called a waiter to ask them to check on his car.
A few minutes later, the waiter returned, gasping for breath, "Your car is in the parking lot downstairs, and I've heard it's been parked for quite a while."
Stellan Sutton furrowed his brow and immediately contacted Lucas, also requesting the hotel staff to pull up the surveillance footage.
"It seems this lady was drugged and taken away. The room is 1202."
After the security manager spoke, Stellan Sutton was already striding quickly to the elevator.
Watching the numbers slowly climb, his heart pounded like a drum, racing faster and faster.
If anything happened to Eve Sherman, it would be his failure as her husband!
