In the hotel.
"Where's she?"
Aidan stood in the penthouse's bedroom, coldly staring at the empty and already made up bed. He didn't need to check the entire place to find out that the person who occupied it last night was long gone.
He clearly told her to wait for him in the morning.
But Avery left without even telling him.
Aidan's eyes were completely covered by a pair of sunglasses, making the emotion flashing in his eyes unclear. He asked the manager, "When did she leave?"
The manager lowered his head and said, "We didn't receive a word from the lady you came with last night when she left. The key card—"
"I can see where the key card is," Aidan interjected. "I'm asking you, when did she leave?"
Fear enveloped the manager as he sneakily wiped his sweaty forehead behind the man. Stutteringly, he said, "The monitors confirmed she left around six fifteen in the morning."