Samuel Johnson wasn't driving fast, perhaps one could even call it leisurely, which made it easier for Amanda Smith to follow him.
When his sports car stopped at the entrance of a hotel, Amanda's heart couldn't help but sink slightly. She stifled the sourness rising in her throat, waiting for Samuel to park and get out before she hastily followed suit and entered as well.
Stealthily, she checked the floor Samuel went up to. After he boarded the elevator, she hurriedly entered another and pressed the same floor number.
By the time she emerged from the elevator, Samuel had naturally already left. She didn't know which room he had gone into. The hotel had thick carpets that muffled all footsteps, making it impossible to discern where Samuel had gone.
Just as she was about to wander aimlessly in search of him, a woman's voice came from a quiet corner nearby.
"You're here, Mr. Johnson."
