I stepped off the late-night bus, clutching a small bag tightly. Inside were many secret weapons given to me by my teacher.
Moments ago, I received several photos on social media.
In the photos, Laura and Fritz were hugging each other. I had already sensed something was off with Laura during the day at school.
No matter what happened, I couldn't allow Fritz to do anything to her.
With my fists clenched, I arrived at the Coin Bar, squeezed the small bag, and took the elevator up.
As I exited the elevator, two bartenders walked past in the hallway, and I stepped aside. Once they were gone, I slowly turned around and looked toward the luxurious private room.
Was Laura inside? Just as I was about to step forward, I saw Laura coming out of the room.
She was wearing a tight short sk
