Nathaniel Monroe stepped out for a smoke. Just as he lit his cigarette, he saw Chloe Reed and a man walk past in the hallway up ahead.
’They seemed... a little too close, didn’t they?’
’Why is she holding onto his arm like that?’
’And that guy isn’t Walker!’
’Walker’s with me!’
Nathaniel Monroe forgot all about his cigarette. He spun around, went back into the private room, and leaned in to whisper to Walker Grant, "Walker, I just saw Chloe. She was with some guy..."
Walker Grant raised a hand, cutting him off. He shot to his feet, his dark, almond-shaped eyes turning sharp. "You, come with me."
An inexplicable chill ran down Nathaniel Monroe’s spine.
’Don’t get the wrong idea!’
’I’m not trying to bad-mouth Chloe!’
He scrambled to follow Walker out. Once outside, he quickly recounted what he had just seen.
The hard edge in Walker Grant’s eyes softened slightly. "Which way?" he asked in a low voice.
Nathaniel Monroe pointed. "Over there."
Walker Grant immediately turned and headed in that direction.
But this hallway was lined with private rooms. Was he really going to check them one by one?
Well... guess what?
He really was checking them one by one.
Trailing behind him, a helpless Nathaniel Monroe said, "Walker, why don’t we just check the security footage?"
Walker Grant glanced back at him. "Great idea. You go do it."
Nathaniel Monroe felt an inexplicable chill and didn’t dare say another word.
「A few minutes earlier.」
Chloe Reed had just finished asking her questions when she noticed Owen Sterling clutching his stomach in discomfort.
She frowned. "Are you going to be sick?"

’And it only started after I came into this room.’

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