Day Ninety-Three…
Monica wondered why Vincent didn't return to their hotel yesterday. Until now, she didn't know where he went.
She kept pacing back and forth across her hotel room when her phone beeped. She checked it out only to find Vincent's message.
[ Babe, I can't go home. Something came up. I need to deal with a very urgent matter related to King Stallion. ]
Monica heaved a sigh of relief upon reading his message. She sent a reply.
[ Okay, Babe. Just make sure to finish everything as soon as possible. I miss you. ]
[ I miss you too. ] Vincent responded.
However, Monica was a bit disappointed. He didn't even call her.
"Anyway, I should focus on my task today!" She blurted out excitedly. She picked something inside the drawing– a small glass-bottled container.
"I have my weapons with me now. Haha. Let's deal with this bitch!"