Because he suspected the other party wanted to use the photos to threaten him into doing their bidding, Stuart Truman didn't hesitate further and directly turned the handle of the room door.
The door wasn't locked and opened with a click.
Stuart pushed the door open. The room was pitch black, with only the colorful lights from outside the floor-to-ceiling window reflecting faintly inside, making it exceptionally quiet.
However, years of training still allowed Stuart to sharply sense the presence of someone inside the room.
His gaze swept across the room and quickly landed on a figure seated on the sofa.
The woman's long curly hair fell over her shoulders. Because of the dimness, he couldn't discern its color, but as she sat with her back to him, Stuart felt a sense of familiarity.
Stuart reached out and turned on the lights in the room and then walked in, shutting the door behind him.
