Aron was still fast asleep when someone thumped on the door of his hotel room, frantically and brought him out of his sleep immediately. The harshness of the sound instantly caused his head to ache. With a hand on his throbbing head, he sat up straight on the bed and then suddenly considering the possibility of Rhea being in trouble, he rushed to the door.
Without even considering looking through the peephole, he opened the door and found her unconscious in the arms of a man he was familiar with. It was the same man, he left in a battered state, in front of Benjamin Artines’s porch almost nine months ago, Benroy.
He immediately regretted leaving him in the hands of Benjamin Artines. ‘Apparently, I have overestimated the fear of me in the old man!’ he thought. He was about to step out
