Chapter 30 

Chapter 30 

Walking through the winding corridors, my nerves were on edge, constantly looking back over my shoulder. 

This hotel was unusually quiet–I hadn’t encountered a single staff member along the way. The silence was unsettling. 

After walking some distance with still no one behind me, I finally relaxed slightly. 

Maybe I was being too sensitive. 

If Mrs. Mercer really wanted to use such despicable methods, she’d had opportunities before. There was no need to wait until I was voluntarily leaving her son. 

She would certainly be reluctant about the compensation money, but for the Mercer family, that amount was just a drop in the bucket. 

She wouldn’t be stupid enough to go that far. 

Past the next corner, through the short corridor, I’d reach the main hall where I entered. 

I took out my phone to check the time–7:40 PM. 

It was about time to contact Jack. 

I looked down and started typing: “I’m here, at-” 

Before I could finish typing the last two words, a female server in a black uniform suddenly crashed into me at the corner. 

“Sorry, sorry!” she apologized frantically while reaching out to steady me. 

“It’s okay, I’m fine, no-” 

Before I could finish speaking, I felt a cold, sharp pain in my neck. Within seconds, I felt dizzy and disoriented. 

The sounds and lights around me seemed separated by a heavy curtain. I felt like I’d been thrown into a bottomless cave–my body had no strength, I wanted to struggle but couldn’t move, wanted to call for help but couldn’t make a sound. 

The server’s mouth slowly curved into an eerie smile as she leaned close to my ear: “Miss, are you alright? Which suite are you staying in? Over there? Okay, let me help you back.” 

She continued this one–sided conversation while forcefully “supporting” me, dragging me toward another, more secluded corridor. 

Terror surged through my heart. 

Someone… please save me… 

Suddenly, I remembered that when we collided, I’d still been holding my phone and had instinctively shoved it into my jacket pocket. 

And that message–I was only two words short.., 

I used every ounce of strength to let my hand drop down, struggling to reach into my pocket, my fingers slowly feeling for the screen. Relying purely on muscle memory, I slowly and carefully typed two words-“help me.” 

Then I pressed send. 

Third Person POV: 

Meanwhile, on the other side. 

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Garrett Wylder had just finished his meeting and was sitting alone in a courtyard, taking a brief rest. 

He’d had some alcohol and was clearing his head. 

Jack kept watching his phone, waiting for lara’s message. When it rang, he quickly opened it, his expression initially pleased before his brow Airrowed. 

“What’s wrong?” Garrett Wylder noticed his expression change and asked. 

“Elara says she’s here, but these last two words… seem a bit strange. Young master, could you take 

a look?” 

Garrett Wylder calmly glanced at him, seemingly reproaching him for arranging the meeting without permission. 

He looked at the message: 

“I’m here, at herp.” 

The word “herp” made him pause for several seconds. 

Was she being cute? 

Suddenly, his eyes sharpened, and he directly initiated a video call. 

Jack was stunned. 

Elara’s POV: 

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket and struggled to swipe the screen. 

The video call connected. 

The screen showed a blur of orange and gray, constantly shaking. 

I could barely see what I was transmitting, but my hearing still worked. 

Third Person POV: 

Garrett Wylder’s expression grew increasingly serious. 

He stared at the screen for several seconds, then gestured for Jack to be quiet. 

Through the earpiece, he could faintly hear footsteps, the sound of shoes dragging on the floor, and labored breathing. 

He decisively hung up the video and immediately made another call, standing and walking out with sharp, purposeful strides. 

“Find out if she came to this hotel.” 

Jack also sensed something was wrong and immediately called to inquire. 

“The front desk says a very beautiful lady came around 7 PM, said she had an appointment, and even stored a suit–should be Miss Elara. They said she left with a middle–aged man, but they’re not sure where exactly.” 

“Wasn’t she supposed to meet you? How could she be with someone else…” 

Garrett Wylder didn’t answer, phone still pressed to his ear, his voice cold as ice: “Check the surveillance.” 

He strode directly through the courtyard and left quickly. 

In a dim room. 

Chapter 30 

I was thrown onto a strange large bed, my whole body limp as water, unable to move. 

Seven or eight men in towels stood in the room, their gazes lecherous. Various “toys” were arranged beside the bed, the most prominent being eve syringes 

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