Walking down the winding, narrow corridor, Candice’s nerves were stretched taut. She kept glancing behind her.
This hotel was eerily quiet. She hadn’t seen a single staff member.
The silence was… unsettling.
After a while, seeing no one following her, she gradually relaxed.
Maybe she was overthinking it. If Caroline Jenkins really wanted to resort to something dirty, she would’ve done so earlier—there was no need to wait until Candice was the one asking to leave her son.
Sure, Caroline was stingy about the compensation, but this kind of money was mere pocket change to the Jackson family. Caroline couldn’t possibly be this stupid.
Up ahead, just a bit more walking would bring her back to the main lobby where she entered earlier.
Candice took out her phone to check the time.
7:40 PM.
