As Bright was engrossed in a lengthy conversation with a group of businessmen, Mr. Thanathorn discreetly excused himself from the table and slipped out of the bustling ballroom. A waiter, passing by, handed him a room key card with a subtle nod.
With a knowing smirk, Mr. Thanathorn made his way to the elevator, his movements deliberate and calculated. Meanwhile, Book emerged from the restroom and observed the exchange between Mr. Thanathorn and the waiter. Sensing something amiss, he debated whether to follow Mr. Thanathorn or return to the ballroom.
After a moment of hesitation, Book decided to head back to the ballroom. As he made his way through the crowd, he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. Upon reaching their table, Book noticed that Win was nowhere to be seen, and Bright was deeply engaged in conversation with the other guests.
Concerned, Book scanned the room, searching for any sign of Win. When he didn't spot him among the guests or near the restroom, Book's worry grew. He made a quick decision to step outside and look for Win, hoping to find him safe and sound.
After a while of searching fruitlessly, Book couldn't find Win anywhere. Growing increasingly worried, he made the difficult decision to interrupt Bright's conversation with the businessmen.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," Book said, his tone urgent yet polite. "I apologize for the interruption, but I need to speak with Mr. Vachirawit urgently."
Bright, sensing the urgency in Book's voice, turned his attention away from the conversation and focused on his secretary. "What is it, Book? Is everything alright?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
Book hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts before responding. "I can't seem to find Win anywhere. I've searched the ballroom and the surrounding area, but he's nowhere to be found," he explained, his voice tinged with worry.
Bright's expression turned serious as he processed Book's words. "Alright, let's split up and search for him. Check the restrooms, the lobby, anywhere he might have gone," he instructed, his tone firm yet reassuring.
Bright and Book joined forces to search for Win, their panic grew with each passing moment. They scanned the crowded ballroom, their eyes darting from one face to another in a desperate attempt to locate their missing friend.
Despite their best efforts, Win was nowhere to be found. With each passing second, their worry intensified, and a sense of dread settled over them like a heavy blanket.
Bright's heart pounded in his chest as he frantically called out Win's name, his voice laced with concern. Book, equally anxious, rushed from one corner of the room to another, hoping to catch a glimpse of Win amidst the sea of guests.
