Raising an eyebrow, Victor reclined on the bed, enjoying his cigarette, and with interest, he said, “Yes. Tell me the story between you two.”

Estelle then extended her tied-up hands and requested, “Could you please untie the rope first? The phone is smashed, and you’ve sent away the hotel staff. I can’t escape.”

Hearing this, Victor hesitated, inspecting her carefully, thinking whether he should trust her.

“If I intended to flee, my only option would be to jump out of the window. But we’re on the twelfth floor. I’d die if I did that, so you needn’t worry about me escaping,” Estelle assured him.

With a chuckle, Victor asked, “Miss...