Stanley, immersed in excitement, jumped, thinking it was the hotel security driving him away.
He lowered his car window, beginning to say: "I was just leaving..."
Despite it being August, he felt a sudden chill and couldn't help but turn his head to look. The sight nearly scared him witless.
A man was cloaked in the darkness of the night, his cold eyes akin to frozen ancient ponds, silently staring at him.
Stanley nearly shivered out of his skin.
"Delete the photos," the man commanded.
The man's voice was devoid of any emotion—it was startlingly cold and dominated with an unquestionable authority.
Fearing that even a second's delay would result in his demise, Stanley quickly deleted the photos.
"If I see any messy gossip online, it means trouble," the man warned.
Stanley hastily nodded, but when he looked up again, there was no one in sight, just the eerie, silent night.
Shit.
Frightened out of his wits, Stanley quickly drove away.
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