The next day, Michael woke up in bed alone. Looking around the hotel room, Zara was gone. He tried texting but no reply, so he went down to the lobby hoping she just went for a walk. In a hallway by the pool, he saw her brother and Zara.
"Come on, Sis. You're dating this rich wrestler. Don't you have some cash?" Her brother begged as she shook her head no.
Zara wrote on her phone that Michael took care of her money. She still was having trouble understanding some things, and it was in her best interest at the moment.
"You need to get your own account. I need like two thousand dollars. I am in real trouble, and I need your help. Don't you want to help your brother?"
She wrote, "I don't know you. I don't remember."
"Yes, you do. You just don't want to give up the cash. Just like back home because you think you're better than everyone else. Make your rich boyfriend give you money." He grabbed her arms, shaking her. "Come on! Get me that cash!"