"Walker, Walker, are you in here?"
Just as the atmosphere grew tense, the door to the storage room was suddenly thrown open.
Nathaniel Monroe’s booming voice followed.
When he saw the two people inside, wrapped in an embrace, he immediately shut the door again.
"Walker’s not in here. He must have stepped out. I’ll give him a call."
His voice faded into the distance...
Chloe Reed shoved him away and opened the storage room door.
Other guests were trickling out of the private rooms, their expressions a mix of grim complexity—some were frightened, others bewildered.
Only after stepping out did Chloe Reed realize a girl had been injured. She was on the ground now as the club’s medical staff bandaged her wound.
"Miss Reed!"
Daniel Hayes spotted her and immediately ran over.
Chloe Reed asked, "Didn’t you say this place was safe?"
Daniel Hayes scratched his head, looking deeply apologetic.
"He can’t run a background check on everyone here. You know you’re a target, yet you won’t just stay put at home. Instead, you run straight to the most crowded places. Do you have a death wish or something?"
Walker Grant’s cool, detached voice came from behind her.
Sarcastic and biting, without a hint of courtesy.
Chloe Reed’s hands clenched into fists. She took a deep breath and deliberately ignored the man speaking behind her.
Daniel Hayes shot Walker Grant a complicated look.
’Actually, I’d been keeping an eye on Chloe Reed the whole time. When those men were about to shove her into the private room, I was already moving to intervene.’
’But then Walker Grant suddenly appeared and dragged Chloe Reed away himself.’
’How was I supposed to follow her then?’
’Could I have stopped him?’

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