“Why isn't she answering? Did something happen?” Liam mumbled while staring at Carmen's name blinking on his phone.

After the fifth call, Liam grabbed his jacket, his keys, and rushed out of the bedroom while struggling to wear his coat.

A few minutes later, he was seated behind the steering wheel, then it hit him.

“Where's the conference held again? Damn, I knew I should have been there with her!” Liam muttered in frustration.

Then he opened his browser, searching for any news about the press conference, but when he found nothing, Liam worried only intensified.

At this point, his mind was swimming with random thoughts, and none of them...