Emily's heart was racing. How would she procure the evidence of the hotel when her friend was just a made-up excuse?

Her palms were sweaty, and she felt suffocated.

"What are you doing there? Do you need me to get someone to help you?"

Brendan had run out of patience, and Emily was so startled that she dropped her phone on the floor. She hastily bent over to pick up the phone and came up with an idea at the last moment.

"Alright, I shall contact the friend and get him to show the evidence."