Kapitel 240: The Devil’s Call    

"Ah, no! Of course not! I'm just . . . you know . . . a little tired. It's past eight, after all."

I was subtly trying to remind him that it was evening—a time when normal people were winding down, not running around doing menial tasks. But of course, Leander was as dense as a brick wall.

He scoffed, a sound so dismissive it made my blood boil. "It's not that late. Come to room 417, in Grand Hotel. It's near you, so I'll expect you here in ten minutes."

"Room 417? Grand Hotel? What? Why?" I stammered, sitting upright in bed, my heart already pounding.

"Just get here. Or you'll regret it."

With that, the line went dead.

I stared at my phone, dread curling in my stomach. No sane woman would ever walk into a situation like this. Who knew what was waiting for me in that room at this hour? The entire scenario screamed bad decision.