At the same time, the door of Room 803 room opened, and a fat and bald man walked out, wearing a white bathrobe. He looked at the man standing at the door and frowned, "Where is she?"

"She?" The man looked back and was astonished to find that there were no people in the corridor. Not to mention Aanisah, there was not even a shadow in there. His face turned pale, "Just now, she was here just now..."

"You idiot!" Isaac Smith roared, and slapped the man's face hard, "You didn't even realize when she had escaped? Is this how you do your job? Hurry up to get her back for me!"

"Okay, okay, I am on it!" The man turned and rushed to the elevator.

The door of Room 803 was slammed shut.

Aanisah found her consciousness and reason also gradually disappeared. Her body that was originally leaning on the door panel slowly slipped downwards, but because of the heat all over her body, she kept pulling her clothes...

Aanisah suddenly woke up from her sleep, feeling like a century had passed.

When she opened her eyes and saw everything unfamiliar around her, her heart was almost in her mouth.

"You awake?" A man's soft but cold voice sounded beside her.

Aanisah sat up abruptly, covered her body with a quilt out of instinct, and looked at the man beside her in horror.

He was wearing white casual clothes. His handsome face was with sharp facial features, his long narrow eyes were with unfathomable black pupils inside, and his perfectly straight nose was with firmness. Also, his tight lips showed that he was not an easy man to deal with.

"Who are you?" She looked at the man alertly, her voice trembling slightly.

"Heh, who am I?" The man sneered, stood up from the chair, and looked at the woman in front of him condescendingly. His eyes were extremely cold, "Woman, did you happen to go to the wrong room again? Crawling into my bed in the same way twice. Is this a coincidence, or are you up to something unspeakable?"

"Twice?" Aanisah looked at him in surprise, "I don't even know you!"

"Don't know me?" The corners of the man's lips rose indifferently, "Is that what you always say to the man you slept with?"

"Sir, I'm afraid you have the wrong person!" After Aanisah confirmed that her body was normal, she quickly got off the bed. Her clothes were a bit messy, and there were traces that the buttons were torn. But for a woman who had been drugged and was supposed to be thrown into a man's bed, she was lucky.

She quickly tidied her clothes, turned, and walked towards the door.

"Aanisah Brook?" The man's voice came from behind.

Aanisah paused and looked at him alertly, "How do you know my name?"

The man twitched his lips, playing with a white iPhone in his hand. His gaze faintly glanced at the content on the screen, his voice slightly cold, "What is your relationship with Johnny Wood?"

Johnny Wood!

Like a bomb exploding in her heart, Aanisah could feel that the memories spread in her body like poison...

"Give it to me!" Aanisah rushed to grab her phone, but the man took it back.

He looked at her with a cold expression. In addition to nervousness and panic on her delicate facial features, what had she experienced that she had to be drugged within three days, and then run to his room every time?

Could it be all Johnny's tricks?

"Is it worth giving so much to him?" In disdain, the man stared at her blank but angry eyes. Somehow, some special feelings unconsciously rose in his heart.