After Phoebe fell into a deep sleep, a serene atmosphere enveloped the room. However, Alexander could still hear her softly murmuring in her sleep.
Her faint voice flickered like a flame swaying in the wind, intermittently persistent as it reached his ears.
"Don't..."
"Alexander, help me, please help me."
She kept crying out for those people not to come near him while desperately calling his name for help.
Alexander's heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand, a painful mix of anguish and pity overwhelming him. He pressed his lips together, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.
He immediately took out his phone and called one of his subordinates, his voice cold and decisive: "Retrieve the hotel surveillance footage, now!"
The wait felt interminable, every minu
