Hmph! If her grandfather's spirit was watching, he was probably fuming. He might even break out of his coffin tonight just to give Alex a piece of his mind.
Alex, unbothered, chuckled. "Relax, I'm not dead yet."
Because of their little detour, the sky had already turned dark by the time they arrived at the Hotel.
Inside, Alex wasted no time. He strode over to the hotel's smart screen, tapped a few buttons, and within seconds, a video call connected—directly to that place.
On the screen, Logan sat slumped against the cold stone wall, his hair disheveled, his body smeared with blood.
Beside him, a graceful middle-aged woman trembled, her face pale with terror. Next to her, a young man, barely eighteen or nineteen, shrank back, his soft features twisted with fear.
Thick iron shackles bound all three, clanking with every slight movement.
