At the hotel's front entrance, Michael felt his heart pounding in his chest.

"Mr. Giordano, we've searched every room, but there's no sign of them," one of Atlas' men reported.

Atlas stood with his hands behind his back, his face cold and unreadable. On the other hand, Michael let out a long sigh of relief.

'Thank goodness Finley managed to escape,' he thought. At least now, he would not have to bear the consequences of this disaster.

"Mr. Giordano, like I've told you before, you must ha