At this moment, on the big bed of the Hilton Hotel's Presidential Suite.
A large and a small figure were still sound asleep.
Suddenly.
The phone on the pillow vibrated, waking Enna Clark up. She had only fallen asleep at six in the morning and had only slept for just over two hours. Her head was still groggy, so she reached out and grabbed her phone. Glancing at the Caller ID, she became somewhat more awake.
Sister Tiffany?
At this time, it should be past three in the afternoon in their home country. Wasn't Sister Tiffany at work? What was going on?
Enna looked back at the bed. Bobby was still sleeping with his butt wriggling, but Baron Lawrence was nowhere to be seen.
She took her phone, carefully got up from the bed, left the room, and gently closed the door behind her.
Just about to answer the call, the other side had already hung up due to a long waiting time.
