Was it because she missed Cline so much that she subconsciously regarded that man as Cline?
Luana felt ashamed of such thoughts.
Now that she had slept with a stranger, what qualifications did she have to miss Cline?
There could no longer be any intersection between her and Cline.
Exhausted, Luana had no more energy to think about these distressing matters.
She took a hot bath and returned to her room to rest.
This sleep was heavy, and she didn't wake up until nearly three in the afternoon the next day.
It seemed her symptoms of somnolence were getting worse.
She understood that for a late-stage patient like her, the worsening of the condition was inevitable, so she didn't pay too much attention to it.
At the moment, for her, living one more day was a day more.
After all, everyone has to die. It's just a matter of time, and there's no need for excessive sadness.
She got up and went to the kitchen to prepare a simple dinner, making a bowl of oatmeal and pairing it with some vegetables, which was enough to satisfy her hunger.
While eating, she answered a video call from Clarissa.
Clarissa and Albert had already arrived in Hawaii and were playing on the beach.
The sky there was more azure than in Los Angeles, and the seawater was crystal clear, a breathtaking view.
Clarissa, wearing a bohemian-style long dress and barefoot on the fine sand, had a happy smile on her face.
Seeing Clarissa's radiant appearance, Luana knew she was doing well there and couldn't help but feel happy for her.
"Luana, the scenery here is so beautiful. You have to come with me next time!"
"Okay," Luana agreed, a hint of sweetness in her voice.
Then, the two chatted for a while about the specialty cuisine of Hawaii, and then Clarissa was called to go boating.
Luana reminded them to be safe and ended the video call.
Just as she was about to put down her phone and enjoy her dinner, Mr. Night sent a message.
"Nightfall, presidential suite, come see me."
The intention of this message was more than clear. This despicable man wanted her again.
Luana clenched her phone tightly, grinding her teeth in anger, and quickly typed on the screen. "You dare to let me come to see you?"
Mr. Night quickly replied, "I want to sleep with you."
Luana stared at this sentence, her cheeks flushing red instantly.
"Your behavior yesterday already constituted a crime, and now you dare to send such a message so blatantly."
She sent this message with trembling hands and immediately took a screenshot of the entire chat history to save it.
Although she didn't get the hotel's surveillance footage, this kind of verbal harassment in text could also serve as evidence for the police.
Moreover, she had already reported the case, and with these text screenshots, the evidence would be more complete.
However, the other party didn't care about her anger at all and sent a picture next.
When Luana saw that picture, she was furious.
He had taken a photo of her nude.
And the angle was very tricky, making it look as if she was cooperating voluntarily.
Luana was so angry that she almost fainted. At this moment, the man sent another message.
"Come over, or I can't guarantee where this photo will appear."
This was a blatant threat with her nude photo. How could this man be even more despicable than Travis?
Luana forcibly restrained her anger, took screenshots of all the messages he sent, and planned to take them to the police station tomorrow.
But the man seemed to have seen through her thoughts and sent another text.
"It doesn't matter if you call the police, but don't forget, you were the one who invited me to the hotel."
Luana quickly replied, her face flushed with anger. "I invited Travis, not you. You deliberately impersonated him to commit a crime!"
However, when she saw his next message, Luana trembled with anger.
"Who knows if I'm not Travis?"
His meaning was that he didn't leave any evidence of impersonating Travis.
And the hotel's surveillance footage only showed Travis entering and leaving her room, with no other figures.
The police might mistakenly think that she had a dispute with Travis and chose to call the police after the negotiation broke down.
No wonder the police said before that she was the one who invited, and it couldn't serve as direct and effective evidence.
It turned out that this man had anticipated her call to the police and erased the surveillance footage in advance...
Luana typed with trembling fingers: "Even so, the messages you sent are enough as evidence!"
The man replied, "You invited Travis to the hotel to kill him. Are you sure you want to take such a risk to catch me?"
Luana froze at the sight of this sentence.