Once alone, Sheila took out her phone again and dialed Benjamin as fast as she could, but he didn't answer.
Frowning, she put the phone aside for a moment, trying to ignore her headache.
Were the effects of the drug coming back?
'Damn…' Sheila thought as she felt her body heat up.
Determined not to waste any more time, Sheila let out a deep sigh and got up from the table to leave the café.
The fresh air of the street made her shiver, so she began to hurry towards the hotel.
Just as she was about to cross the street, she noticed a familiar car parked a few meters away.
Sheila stopped, recognizing Benjamin's car.
Gradually, her anger began to rise.
Was he here?
Or was it just a coincidence of someone with a similar car?
"Benjamin?" Sheila said softly, approaching the car cautiously.
Luckily, when the driver's door opened, Benjamin got out of the car with a tired expression.
