The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Chapter 2820

Old Sims seemed to relax a bit. He picked up the other cup of water Rita prepared and took a sip. Rita also subconsciously took a sip.

"The specific clues are left in Room A414. You have to go check it out yourself. I don't have much time to waste with you here," said Old Sims after finishing the water.

He was about to leave when Rita grabbed his wrist anxiously.

"You haven't told me what kind of clue it is yet. Can it help bring down Esmond?" she asked.

He pulled his hand away and patted Rita's arm, saying, "Young lady, don't be so hasty in your actions. It's still early,"

Rita sighed with a frown as she watched him quickly disappear into the crowd. Old Sims was an odd character, but since she had not met him offline before, she chalked it down to it being his personality.

Fortunately, the clues were still left in the hotel, so this meeting was not entirely fruitless. Rita obtained the hotel key card from the front desk. As she ascended the floor in the elevator, she started to feel a bit dizzy. She shook her head.

At the same time, her phone suddenly rang. Glancing at the screen, she saw Sherman's name displayed prominently. Though slightly surprised, she brought the phone closer to her face, blinked slowly, and then swiped to answer.

"Rita? What informant are you talking about? Where did you find this informant?" Sherman's voice came through the phone.

Rita's consciousness started to slip even more. She felt like the inside of the elevator was spinning. She had not had a chance to answer Sherman when the elevator arrived at the floor she needed with a ding.

"It's my informant. When I find the evidence, I'll send Esmond to prison and get revenge for both of us. Sherman, please don't be angry. Don't ignore me. Do you know how sad I am when you ignore me..."'

Rita's voice fluctuated, and Sherman sensed something was off. She had never spoken to him like this even when her emotions were running high.

"What's wrong with you? Are you drunk?"

"Who you calling drunk? I don't even like drinking! Stop accusing me. After I get the clue, will you still ignore me? Hehehe..."

Sherman suddenly stood up from his seat, certain that something was seriously wrong with Rita.

'She's now at Golden Sand Hotel,' he thought, and various negative thoughts flooded his mind.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

"Do you even know where you are? Stay put, don't move, I'm coming over right away," said Sherman.

"Four-one-one, four-one-two..." Rita struggled to count the door numbers. Each count left her leaning against the wall for a moment. Her mind was becoming more chaotic, and her eyes were struggling to stay open. "Ugh, I'm so tired. Sherman, I really want to sleep."

Rita's voice grew fainter, prompting Sherman to shout into the phone, "No sleeping! If you sleep now, I'll never talk to you again!"

Sherman's words briefly brought Rita back to consciousness.

"Hey, why are you yelling at me like that? You've hurt my ears! I don't want to sleep, I'm just a little tired. My evidence is still in that room. Once I get it, I'll... I'll..."

Suddenly, Rita's tone became excited. "Huh? The room's door is open. Wait, who are you?"

There was a scream from Rita, and the next moment, the call was disconnected.

Sherman immediately broke out in a cold sweat.