Three hours later.
Orlando, West Lake Hotel.
In the presidential suite, Zara was wearing a lace nightdress. Her long, slender legs were the envy of all women and the object of infatuation for all men.
She paced back and forth in the room. Her legs were sore from walking, but Jordan was still not there.
Ding-dong.
Zara's phone rang and she immediately picked it up. It was not Jordan, but Park Sang-cheol's subordinate.
As Park Sang-cheol's subordinates were monitoring Zara's every move, they knew that Jordan was not by her side.
"Hello."
"Why isn't Jordan here yet?! It's been hours! I saw you walking up and down in front of the camera. You're making me dizzy! Can't you sit down?!" Park Sang-cheol's subordinate scolded Zara.
Zara was very nervous and scared. "I… I can't sit still. You want me to kill Jordan, how can I sit still? Please, let me and Jordan go."
