If it were an enemy seeking revenge, they would definitely choose to strike on the road, not in the hotel—such a risky and inconvenient location.
The person didn't say a word, just lunged straight at her.
She had actually anticipated this. In moments like these, if she were him, she wouldn't bother talking either.
At the moment, Heather wasn't exactly in the best condition for movement, wrapped in a bath towel that could slip off at any moment—
As soon as she thought this, her bath towel snagged onto one of his shirt buttons just as he dodged one of Heather's strikes. Abruptly retreating, there was a loud "rip——."
That person seemed stunned for a moment, but after exchanging a few quick moves and realizing Heather wasn't an easy opponent to deal with, he decided to retreat.
In the darkness, Heather glared, wide-eyed, watching him open the door and flee. She stood at the doorway, unable to chase after him.
That bastard!
Just let her catch him next time!
