CHAPTER Seventy Five The Search

　　Elena's POV.

　　I parked my car and entered the bar, which was noisy and crowded. I began to weave through the crowd, my eyes scanning the room for Marrok, but he was nowhere to be found. I wondered if he was with Derek instead.

　　Just as I was about to give up and step outside, I collided with someone, "Ouch!" I winced in pain, rubbing my head. When I looked up, I saw Marrok standing before me.

　　I let out a sigh of relief, "Oh, it's you." He raised an eyebrow.

　　"Please, I need to speak to you," I said, my voice urgent and tinged with a sense of emergency.

　　"Is everything alright?" He asked, and I shaked my head.

　　"It's about Derek," I said, my voice low and urgent. Marrok leaned in, straining to hear me over the noise of the bar.

　　"I can't hear you!" he shouted back. I nodded, and he gestured for me to follow him. I trailed behind him as we climbed the stairs to the VIP room. Once inside, he locked the door behind us.