Chapter 743

As those thoughts crossed Justin’s mind, a sharp pain pierced his chest, and his eyes turned bloodshot. His grip on the steering wheel tightened until it creaked. … At a certain hotel in the west district, Justin’s suit was drenched in sweat as he entered the hotel lobby. His palms were sweaty, and his phone kept vibrating incessantly. He glanced down at the screen. It was an anonymous call. “Hello.” Justin’s voice was heavy, and his throat felt dry. “Mr. Salvador, room 2051 on the 20th floor.” A foreign voice on the other end spoke. “The key card to the room is in the flowerpot at the staircase on the 20th floor. If you want to save Ms. Thompson, you’d better hurry! You can’t imagine what might happen if you’re late. Don’t regret it!” Justin was about to step forward when his brows furrowed suddenly. “Who are you? Are you the one who sent me the photos?” There was a pause on the other end. “Are you a paparazzi? Or is someone instructing you to do this? Why do you have her key