What do I do now? They won’t let me in at any cost. I can’t even call Ace.

Damn it!

Wait, Carter must have access.

I looked over my shoulder. There was no sign of him. Where the hell was he?

Distancing myself a few feet from the guards, I dialed Carter’s number. He didn’t pick up.

Why isn’t he picking up his phone!

As I dialed again, I saw him approaching me with hasty steps, still panting.

“Carter, where the hell were you?” I snapped. “They won’t let me in. Please talk to them. You have access, right?”

“I do. But just to deliver these files,” he huffed. “I’m sorry, Ms. Hutton. I had to wait for the elevator.”

His words went ignored when my eyes found a shadow at the end of the corridor, around the corner. Someone stood there with their phone against their ear, their back facing me.

I knew the person very well.

Arthur.

What was he doing out of the conference room?

“Please tell them to let us in,” I said, not moving my eyes from that silver-haired villain.

Nodding, Carter went to the guards. But I stood there, watching Arthur. When he slightly turned his body towards me, I saw his face.

A smirk was stretched across his lips. With malice in his expression, he nodded at something the other person said through the phone.

Without realizing it, my feet moved closer to hear what he was saying to the other person. I managed a good distance not to come into his sight, but enough to hear his words.

“Is everything ready?” he asked, glancing down at his watch.

Then he nodded, old eyes sparkling with malice.

“Stay there. I’m coming.” He turned on his heel and walked away. But not towards the elevator, he turned down a dark corridor.

Who was he meeting here? Was it one of his partners who was involved in all his conspiracies along with Antonio?

I had to know.

“Ms. Hutton?” Carter called out, making me turn to him. “I’m going in, but unfortunately, they won’t let you through. Your name isn’t on the list.”

I cast a swift glance to where Arthur disappeared before saying, “No worries. You go in and give Ace my message. Tell him I’ll meet him in a few. Go stop him. I’ll be back.”

A confusion etched on his features. But before he could ask anything, I pivoted on my heel and followed Arthur, ignoring the way the guards shared a discreet look with each other.