With that, two pairs of footsteps walked away, followed by the others. And after a moment, I heard that man also moving away from the door and then leaving.

Slumping against the door, I let out a relieved sigh. Thank God!

Then I jumped to my feet and rushed out of the door.

I need to stop Ace before he leaves. I have to hurry up!

I waited for five minutes with all my inner strength. I knew I had to run to Ace, but I had to wait for Arthur and his people to leave this floor.

In the meantime, I tried to call Carter again, but to no avail.

Where the hell is he?

I didn’t have Ace’s guard’s phone numbers. There was no one I could call right now who could help me stop Ace.

Waiting long enough for them to leave this floor, I rushed down the hallway, remembering my way back to the staircase. The corridors were so long it took almost a lifetime to pass one.

Without stopping my legs, I called Tobias. Maybe he could help me in any way.

After some rings, just as he received the call, my phone was snatched from my hand.

Halting abruptly, I looked over my shoulder.

My breath caught in my throat, and a gasp slipped from my lips.

Standing before me were two of the guards who were with Arthur and Ivanov.

“Going somewhere, Ms. Hutton? You seemed to be in a rush,” the man with the same cold voice from earlier said. With an ugly scar running down from his left brow to his cheek, he towered over me with his huge body. Dark eyes stared at me without any emotion.

Breathing heavily, I took a step back and turned around to run. But another two were already standing there, blocking my way.

My eyes widened as my hands curled into fists.

No, no, no! This isn’t happening!

When I tried to walk past them, they pushed me back.

“Let me go!” I hissed. They knew I was here. They were waiting for me to come out. They set a trap for me, and I got stuck in it.

One of the guards before me smirked. “We will, but to heaven, not anywhere else.”

A chill ran down my spine. With my throat parched, I gulped.

“L-listen to me. I have nothing to do with you. So let me go,” I stuttered out.

“Right, we have nothing to do with you,” the man with the scar said, making me turn to him. “But our boss does. If you were so eager to leave, you shouldn’t have come here in the first place. There’s a saying, ‘Curiosity killed the cat.’ It became true for you.”

Maybe a curious cat passed by.

I remembered his words.

Fear rushed through me.

He knew. He knew I was here. But then why didn’t he do anything about it?