Chapter 7

"A Huagardian woman. She's a bit upset," the concierge replied.

My heart skipped a beat.

An intense sense of dread washed over me.

I picked up my pace and got back to my apartment building in five minutes.

I walked through the revolving door into the lobby.

I spotted her right away.

A woman was sitting on the sofa in the lobby.

Her long hair was tousled and messy.

Deep shadows ringed her eyes.

She wore a white dress, crumpled and creased, like she'd been on a plane for hours and never bothered to change.

A huge suitcase sat beside…