It was only after a painstaking examination that she began to notice a vital discrepancy.
Matthew’s eyes were closed throughout. It was as though he was not entirely sober, implying that someone had seized the opportunity to manipulate him in that vulnerable state.
The glimmer of realization washed over her, and for the first time in hours, she allowed herself to breathe. It became increasingly evident that these photos were tools of manipulation aimed at creating a rift between her and Matthew.
She felt an exhilarating relief, but this was short-lived. Concern surged once again.
If these were indeed the actions of a malicious party, Matthew might be in grave danger.
Determined, she studied the images with renewed vigor, scanning for any clues that might lead her to him.
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Minutes ticked by as Stella scrutinized each frame with unwavering focus. She was on the brink of giving up when, almost by accident, she noticed a subtle detail in one of the photos.
It was the logo of Fairwa Hotel. This seemingly insignificant clue was the lifeline she needed to locate Matthew.
It would take about two hours to get to there by car. She knew that it was better to go in person than to waste her time thinking too much.
Gathering her belongings, Stella finally decided to set off for Fairwa, her resolve unwavering.
During the drive, doubt clawed at her, causing her to question her own judgment.
She stared unblinkingly out of the car window, her mind consumed by trepidation.
She knew she couldn’t solely rely on her suspicions. Everything was just her speculation after all.
But what if she really saw him with another woman when she arrived at the hotel?
Meanwhile, in a dimly lit, abandoned warehouse in Fairwa, the door was suddenly kicked open.
Alex strode in.
He pulled up a chair and sat down with his legs crossed as he reclined confidently in it.
A wicked grin danced upon his lips as he hummed a tune and tapped idly on his phone.
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Yet, his joy was short-lived. Abruptly, he felt a vice-Llike grip seize his collar, lifting him from the chair in a forceful motion.
He struggled to discern his assailant, but before he could react, his face met the cold, unforgiving wall, leaving a grotesque trail of blood in its wake.
Pain lanced through Alex’s senses as he cried out in agony, pleading, “Who is it? Let me go… Ah…”
Before he could complete his plea, his tormentor pressed his face against the wall once more, intensifying the searing pain. He gasped and spluttered, blood trickling down his forehead, obscuring his vision. The agony rendered him speechless.
Alex coughed crazily, tasting the blood in his mouth.
His arrogance faded away.