Disappeared from his 49th floor into thin air

The mood was like having a mosquito fly into your mouth the moment you opened it.

"Mr. Aiden Ainsley, the old lady is at the Golden Gate Hotel, waiting for you to return," Cart said, and reminded, "Her mood is not very good now."

Aiden immediately said, "My mood is not good either."

Cart: "Mr. Aiden Ainsley, I have the speakerphone on."

Aiden: "…"

Alright, now he had to rush to the Golden Gate Hotel.

He took the elevator down.

The 49th floor, the executive elevator, it didn't stop on the way, so it took about forty seconds.

When Aiden put on his mask and leisurely stepped out of the elevator, standing outside the building, something beside him suddenly seemed to fall down, startling him.

"Damn! Who?"

He turned back to look.

But he didn't see what had fallen.

Strange!

There was only a man dressed in black clothes, holding a woman... Wait, the woman in that man's arms looked somewhat familiar.

And even more familiar as he looked...

'Snap-'