In the moonlight, a pure white glow fell upon the two embracing bodies, and the charged, intimate atmosphere in the air continued to intensify.
Ethan Fuller burst into the house with his men and called out softly, "Yuri, Shay."
But after calling out several times, he heard no response from within.
The men he brought with him searched the entire courtyard, but they all shook their heads. There was no one in the bungalow!
Ethan Fuller led his men into the bedroom. He looked at the messy bed in the dilapidated room—the blanket wasn't folded, and there were two pillows. It was obvious that two people had slept here.
As he glanced around again, he suddenly noticed droplets of candle wax in front of the wardrobe.
An ordinary person would have never noticed it, but Ethan Fuller was a keen observer.
"Sir, they're not here. You don't think those two old geezers were just making things up, do you?"
The subordinate sounded rather disgruntled.
