Steward Zhou was still standing at the door with a tray of juice. Mo Nanjue glanced at him, "Wait until she wakes up. If she wants to drink, make a fresh glass then."
"Alright, Young Master."
Mo Nanjue descended the stairs; the clock now pointed to 17:30.
Chen An had not returned yet.
Given his character, at the very least, he would make a call to say something. Disappearing inexplicably is something Mo Nanjue would do, not Chen An.
Steward Zhou was also anxiously pacing. "Young Master, might Young Master An have encountered some trouble? Las Vegas is fairly chaotic if..."
Mo Nanjue's brows furrowed. He stubbed out the cigarette he was holding and stood up, "I'm going to find him."
"What about Miss Tong..."
"Since Luo Xiao was caught, it's unlikely he'll be released soon. I will be back at the latest by midnight. For now, this place is the safest," Mo Nanjue turned to head upstairs. "If she wakes up, tell her I went to find Chen An and reassure her to wait for me here."
