Evelyn Clayton immediately turned and ran towards the elevator.
Shouts erupted behind her, that group was clearly French, their curses relentless, chasing after Evelyn Clayton.
Evelyn’s hand was icy cold, she pressed the elevator button hard, and the waiting time seemed extraordinarily long.
Finally, at the moment when that group was about to catch her, the elevator doors opened.
Evelyn slipped inside, and the elevator doors quickly shut.
Reaching the top floor, Evelyn noticed the numbers on another elevator rising rapidly nearby, her eyes widened slightly.
Was that group coming up?
The parade in Paris was mixed with people taking the opportunity to loot and vandalize, and judging by the stance of that group earlier, they were likely after money...
Evelyn glanced at her suite’s door, gritted her teeth, and turned to enter the stairwell.
After that group came up, they would definitely smash the door, and the doors and windows of this hotel weren’t bulletproof, they wouldn’t hold for long.
Rather than waiting to be doomed, it was better to find another place to hide. Once they got the money, maybe they’d leave...
Once in the stairwell, Evelyn quickly ran down the stairs.
After sprinting down several floors, Evelyn finally caught her breath a bit, hiding in a corner and quietly listening for any sounds outside.
Once she was sure there was no sound, she relaxed slightly.
Just as she was pondering her next move, suddenly, the stairwell door beside her moved.
Evelyn’s nerves instantly tightened.
In the dark, a figure swiftly opened the door and stepped in, grabbing Evelyn’s wrist immediately.
Just as Evelyn was about to struggle, she heard the shadow in front of her speak in a low voice—
"Don’t be nervous, I’m also a guest here, someone came in with a gun, I’m just trying to hide."
The man spoke in French, sounding quite authentic. Evelyn’s tense heart eased a little, and she was about to make some noise to activate the sensor lights to see the man’s face—
At this moment, swearing voices came from above the stairs, accompanied by two deafening gunshots.
The chaotic footsteps grew closer.
That group had entered the stairwell!
Evelyn’s eyes widened, without time to think, she grabbed the man’s wrist and ran down.
The sensor lights in the corridor flickered on and off, and Evelyn’s heartbeat raced.
She didn’t know how long they had been running until she could no longer hear that group’s voices, and she finally slowed down a bit.
The person behind her also slowed down.
Evelyn didn’t turn back, just panted heavily, and coughed softly, making the lights in the corridor brighten.
Looking up, Evelyn saw the floor number, thirty-five.
The entire building had sixty-six floors, had they just run that far?
"Sir, we might have to keep running, find the hotel’s staff..." Evelyn panted slightly, turning to look at the person behind her.
As she turned, the sensor light went out.
In the darkness, she saw the man’s figure didn’t move, but a sliver of moonlight came through the small window in the stairwell, allowing her to faintly discern the man’s outline.
It seemed, was he an Asian?
And somehow, strangely familiar.
Curiosity surged inside Evelyn, just as she was about to clap her hands to activate the light again and investigate further, the man grasped her wrist once more.
"Wait—" the man spoke, still in French, his tone inexplicably hoarse and difficult, "not yet, making noise might alert them—they should still be nearby."