Samara couldn't help but frown when she saw Chaim on the bed.
"Chaim?"
Chaim seemed to have fallen asleep. He didn't move at all and just lay on the bed. Samara called his name, but there was no reaction.
Samara walked to the side of the bed and reached Chaim's nose. When she felt the breath on her finger, she let out a slight sigh of relief.
The door of the room was locked, and her phone was gone. If there was really something wrong with Chaim, Samara could only smash the door or jump out of the window to survive.
Fortunately, Chaim was only unconscious.
Samara retracted her hand and walked to the sofa not far away and sat down.
What happened tonight was obviously a trap. The girl and those men were with the other man who had already brought Chaim to hide in the room and waited for Samara.