But the only thing she was clear about was to run, to leave here!
There were many people downstairs, some seemed to be looking at her with strange eyes. Jasmine Yale held her coat, not even having time to put it on, she kept running.
Not daring to run too fast, she supported herself against the wall and walked out.
Outside was pitch-black, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening, streetlights flickered with bright lights, no stars were visible in the sky, and there were vehicles coming and going everywhere.
Jasmine Yale seemed like a lonely person, buried in the crowd.
The night breeze blew, carrying a chill.
The materials and documents were still in the hotel, but she couldn't care to retrieve them.
She really hadn't expected something like this to happen, catching her off guard.
She was sure she hadn't found the wrong room; when she knocked, she even deliberately checked the room number a few times.
Which means... there was a problem with that message.
