Joe looked at the neatly arranged things in the room. Just by looking, he knew there was nothing unusual about the room when she left.
Moreover, he had just come up from downstairs; she definitely wouldn't be down there. Joe's mind was racing.
Various possible thoughts flashed rapidly in his mind, but each thought sent a chill through his heart.
He grit his teeth, turned around, and headed outside.
"You..." The security guard in the monitoring room had just started to speak when he was pushed aside by Joe, who barged in.
By the time he realized, Joe was already standing where he had just been sitting.
"Who are you?! Who allowed you in here!"
He shook his hand, warning Joe, "If you don't leave right now, I'm calling for help!"
The security guard's voice was filled with anger. Who was this person that dared to break in recklessly?
"Get out!"
Joe tilted his head and shouted menacingly at the chatterbox of a guard. His voice carried a murderous intent.
