Chapter 642
As Mila and the group approached the motel, the receptionist whispered, “Looks like we’ve got more police coming.”
A police officer inquired, “What do you mean?”
Pointing toward the elevator, the receptionist explained, “Someone called the police, and the manager just took a few police upstairs.”
Not waiting for more, the police pressed, “Did a woman named Fenna check in tonight with an intoxicated man?”
Before the receptionist could respond, Mila and Cameron moved past the police, heading straight for the elevator to check the floor. It halted at the third floor.
Mila pressed the button again, and soon, Cole and Phoebe joined them. “It’s the third floor.”
The police from the front desk caught up, and together, they ascended to the third floor.
Outside room 302, the earlier police officers were still knocking on the door.
Cole pushed through impatiently and stated, “Stop knocking. Break it down, I’ll cover the cost.”
As soon as he finished his words, he kicked the door with determination. With a loud crash, it swung open, granting them entry.
On the spacious double bed, Nathan lay fully dressed, undisturbed, seemingly deep in slumber after a night of heavy drinking.
Cameron anxiously scanned the room. “Where’s Fenna?”
From the bathroom, the sounds of a struggle echoed.
Mila sat beside the bed, gently touching Nathan’s face. Relief washed over her as she whispered, “Nate, wake up.”
Cole and Phoebe followed Cameron into the bathroom, with the police close behind.
They opened the bathroom door to find Fenna bound to the shower rod, a white towel stuffed in her mouth.
Seeing the scene, Phoebe couldn’t help but chuckle. Fenna had clearly underestimated Nathan. Even in his intoxicated state, he was too much for her. Cameron approached Fenna, gently untying her wrists and removing the towel.
“Cam.” Fenna’s eyes brimmed with tears.
The police officer spoke up, “We
claiming
report from a man
a woman drugged and
tried
t him in room 302
Panicked, Fenna clung to Cameron, her voice quivering, “I didn’t do it. I swear.” With stern and disapproving looks, Cole and Phoebe fixed their eyes on Fenna.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Mila had been trying to wake Nathan without success.
After their initial survey, the police replaced the emergency phone and took a glass of water from the table for analysis.
Guiding Fenna out, Cameron pointed at Nathan on the bed, his voice filled with anger. “What have you done to Nate?”
“I did nothing,” Fenna protested, her voice shaky.
Frustration mounting, Cameron tried to keep his composure. “If you’re innocent, why did Nate tie you up? Why won’t he wake?”
“I-I swear, I didn’t do anything,” Fenna stammered, avoiding eye contact.
The experienced officer chimed in, “Perhaps the sedative was too
strong
and caused him to be inét
sleep. He should wake up soon.”
Turning to Fenna, the police commanded, “You have to come with us for further investigation.”
Fenna resisted and sought refuge behind Cameron. “Cam, I’m innocent. I’m not going with them.”
Torn between concern and
frustration, Cameron embraced
Fenna. I’ll go with you. We’re adults. We face the consequences of our actions.”
Mila’s eyes flashed with anger as she asked, “Where’s Nate’s phone?”
Fenna whispered, “It’s in the car.”
At that moment, Mila wished to end Fenna.