The man spoke with his head lowered, too scared to hold gaze with a certain teenager who seemed to have his life on his hand.
"Earlier on, the young mistress of the hotel requested for the key card and ordered that my men who were stationed here to be withdrawn. Since she was the boss' daughter, we dare not question her orders and so we carried on as we were told. About thirty minutes ago, some batch of goods came in and we needed the key card to access the storage room but the young miss was no where to be found."
It took up his whole strength for the man to utter those words. Standing before a domineering teenager, he felt fear that he has never experienced even before his employer. The reasons were still vague to him but somewhere at the back of his mind, he knew Adrian wasn't one to be trifled with. His stance and aura even spoke more than words could.
