He knew she wanted to kill Travis.
If she involved the police to capture him, he, as the only witness, could likely accuse her of murder.
Luana had thought she could bring this man to justice, but she hadn't anticipated that he had blocked all her exits.
"I'll give you half an hour," the man sent, and then fell silent, not responding to Luana's messages anymore, as if leaving her with this difficult choice.
Luana clutched her phone, her body trembling uncontrollably.
The messages she had given to the police mentioned Travis, and the hotel room surveillance showed Travis entering and leaving.
The police would likely use this evidence to investigate Travis.
If Mr. Night revealed her attempt to kill Travis to the police, she would undoubtedly be charged with attempted murder.
At that point, Travis would also realize her true intention was not to deliver the contract but to kill him.
Once Travis understood her real motive was to kill him, he would attribute all his suffering to her.
The Elan family had not yet found the mastermind behind the attack, and she had a motive to kill him, making it hard not to suspect her.
Travis was currently mired in a scandal but not detained like the Elan Group chairman.
If he woke from his coma and learned the truth, he would never let her go.
Luana was terrified of Travis because even in his current state, he could easily deal with her and Clarissa.
She wasn't afraid of death, but Clarissa was her only weakness, the person she would do anything to protect.
After much thought, Luana decided to go to the Nightfall's place.
She preferred enduring this man's violation again rather than facing Travis's brutal revenge.
However, before leaving, she took a stun baton, intending to make a final struggle.
Gathering her courage, Luana knocked on the door.
The door opened automatically, controlled by a remote.
The man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, still in his mysterious attire, his face hidden behind a gold-bronze mask, disheveled hair, and casual clothes.
Seeing Luana standing at the door motionless, he gestured to her, "Come here."
His cold tone was much like Cline's, but the tattoo on his neck dispelled any doubts in Luana's mind.
Luana walked in slowly, and as soon as she stepped onto the soft carpet, the door shut behind her with a "bang."
Hearing the door close, she felt as if she had fallen into the devil's abyss, with no chance of escape.
The man used the remote to close the floor-to-ceiling windows and turn off all the lights in the suite, plunging the room into darkness.
The room was even more sealed than the last time at the Coldgold Hotel.
Once the lights were off and the curtains were drawn, it was impossible to know where the other person was in the dark.
Luana, unable to adapt to the darkness, reached out and accidentally touched a hot, hard abdomen.
The firmness of the abs startled her, and she quickly pulled her hand back.
She hadn't expected the man to be right in front of her and shirtless, so she stepped back hastily.
The man quickly reached out, hooked her waist, and pulled her into his arms.
Without his shirt on, Luana felt the heat of his chest, her cheeks flushing.
She lowered her head embarrassedly, but the man grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze.
However, in the darkness, she couldn't see anything, not even the outline of his features. She wondered what was the point of this gaze.
The man skillfully undressed Luana.
She had deliberately worn several sweaters this time. The man removed one, only to find another underneath, which seemed to annoy him.
"Why are you wearing so many?" he asked.
"I'm cold..." she replied.
He seemed speechless but patiently continued to undress her.
As he did, Luana quietly slipped her hand into her jeans pocket, quickly pulled out the stun baton, turned it on, and aimed it at his abs, zapping him.
The man felt a tingling sensation in his abdomen and looked down to see a small, glowing stun baton pressed against his abs.
"..."
Luana had hoped to stun him, but he seemed unaffected, continuing to undress her.
She wondered if the stun baton had failed.
Not willing to give up, she increased the power of the stun baton and zapped him again.
The man finally lost patience, snatched the stun baton from her hand, and threw it into the trash can.
"Next time, get a bigger one."