Mason was leaving Paris and heading to London.
Ellen hurried through the bustling streets of Paris, her mind racing with the information she had just received from Philip. Her heart pounded as she flagged down a taxi, the urgency of the situation fueling her movements. As the taxi sped through the streets, Ellen's thoughts raced uncontrollably. Why was Mason leaving so suddenly? And why hadn't he told her?
When the taxi finally pulled up in front of the hotel, Ellen quickly paid the driver and rushed inside. The cool air of the lobby hit her like a wave, momentarily slowing her pace as she tried to gather her thoughts. She was just about to head straight for the elevator, intent on going up to Mason's room to confront him, but then she spotted him.
