"Didn't you say she had already woken up?"
The man's deep voice was tinged with doubt.
"Yes, sir, she did wake up just a short while ago," replied the maid who had been attending to Emma earlier.
Upon hearing this, the man cast a glance at the open backpack on the bedside table.
It was empty now.
He smirked slightly. "Pretending to sleep?"
His words were clearly directed at her.
Emma slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to the side of the bed.
"Musaev…"
Her heart skipped a beat when she recognized him.
"Musaev Jr.!"
She instinctively glanced at the silver cane in his hand.
The last time they met on the yacht, he had been walking just fine without it.
One of his bodyguards pulled out a chair for him to sit down.
"Curious?" His dark eyes, sharp as a hawk's, bore into her.
