Luana sensed something was wrong and quickly turned around, bypassing several three-dimensional mirrors that blocked her view. She saw Travis sitting in a wheelchair.
Travis, dressed in a patient's gown and wearing a mask, had his hands dangling over the armrests of the wheelchair. His eyes, filled with malice, were fixed on her.
The moment Luana saw Travis, her heart seemed to stop beating. She was instantly overwhelmed by fear and tension.
"Mr. Elan..." she stammered, her face pale and her voice trembling.
Seeing her so frightened, Travis tilted his head slightly and said, "Miss Hammond, long time no see."
Luana's entire body was shaking, but she tried to compose herself and asked, "Mr. Elan, what brings you to the ladies' room?"
Travis smiled, his eyes narrowing slightly as he said, "Nothing much, just wanted to thank you."
With that, he removed his mask, revealing a mouth stitched with more than a dozen stitches.
The dense rows of stitches looked terrifying. Luana took a step back in fright.
Travis, however, didn't seem to care and crooked his finger at her, saying, "Come here."
Luana shook her head, not only refusing to go but also turning to run towards the adjacent restroom.
The two bodyguards with iron rods who were following Travis immediately chased after her.
They blocked her way, grabbed her arms from either side, and lifted her up, placing her in front of Travis.
Luana was forced into a humiliating position, kneeling at Travis's feet while being held by the bodyguards.
"Miss Hammond, you're still quite the runner," Travis mocked, looking down at her with a sinister smile.
"But where do you think you can run to?"
He chuckled, the sound eerie and unsettling. After laughing, he stared at her with his cold, malevolent eyes. "Thanks to you, my hand is ruined, my leg is disabled, and even my face is disfigured. Tell me, how should I thank you?"
The last sentence was spoken with such emphasis that it seemed he wanted to tear her apart.
Luana was terrified.
"Mr. Elan, I don't get it..."
"Don't get it?" Travis raised an eyebrow, his smile becoming even more sinister. "The night you gave me the contract, I ran into a group of people. The leader of that group was wearing a golden mask. He said something, but I was tortured to the point of fainting several times and didn't hear clearly. When I woke up, I tried my best to remember, to think hard. Thank God. I finally recalled what he said. Guess what he said?"
Travis spoke in a tone as if he were chatting with an old friend, which sent an inexplicable chill down Luana's spine.
Especially when he mentioned the leader wearing a golden mask, she involuntarily shuddered.
She had long suspected that the person who had dealt harshly with Travis was Mr. Night, and now it seemed she was right.
She didn't know why Travis suddenly brought up this, so she pretended to be unaware and shook her head, saying, "I don't know..."
"You don't know?" Travis wore an expression of disbelief, then let out another sinister chuckle. "Heh, let me tell you then."
He bent down and brought his mutilated mouth close to Luana's face, laughing as he said, "He said that since I had hugged her, kissed her, and let her sit on my lap, I deserved some punishment. I thought carefully, and the only person I had hugged, kissed, and let sit on my lap without having a relationship with was you..."
Hearing this, Luana's face turned even paler.
No wonder Travis had said he wanted to thank her and brought up Mr. Night for no apparent reason.
It turned out that because Mr. Night had said such a thing, Travis suspected that she was behind it.
She had initially thought Travis was here to confront her about the fake contract, but it seemed he was here for revenge.
As Luana was thinking this, Travis suddenly disregarded the intense pain in his thigh, lifted his leather shoe, and sharply hooked her chin with the tip of his foot.
"Bitch! My miserable state now is all because of the person you sent. Don't you think I should properly 'thank' you?"
Luana hadn't seen the fury in Travis's eyes just now, but now, forced to look up at him, she saw the raging fire that seemed to want to devour her.
She was terrified, but she knew that being afraid was useless at the moment, so she gritted her teeth and forced herself to calm down.
"Mr. Elan, you must be mistaken. I have never sent anyone to harm you, nor do I know the person with the mask you mentioned..."
Even if Travis was convinced that she had sent Mr. Night to harm him, she could not admit to knowing Mr. Night.
Moreover, she hadn't instructed anyone to go after Travis. She had only found out about it the next day from the news.
She was also a victim in this.
"Don't know?"
Seeing her feign ignorance, Travis let out another sinister laugh.
"Heh..."
The eerie and gloomy sound sent goosebumps all over Luana's body.