Andrew widened his eyes, once again feeling like his heart was shoved into his stomach.
The police? What the fuck did this senior mean by the police? He wasn't told anything about any bust! He thought he was only to record Jasper and then get out of there...normally.
"W-what do you mean, Senior?" Andrew clutched Noah's sleeve, so panicked that he couldn't think about being rude or whatever. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"
"Because you're not an actor yet," Noah smiled and took his sunglasses off and placing them on Andrew's hand while standing up. "We need to go."
He glanced at the movement of the staff members, consisting of half scammers and half gangsters. Some of them were still serving the half-sober clients, but the rest were looking agitated, glancing toward the entrance. The host manager was nowhere to be seen, and the guards were walking around busily as if they were preparing for something.
