Audrey Sutton turned her head resentfully to Shane Warner and said, "You know it’s not safe here, I was worried about you when you ran outside too."

Shane Warner pressed his chin against Audrey Sutton’s neck, his tone a bit lazy as he said, "I just went to the police station, besides, if I encounter danger, I can still protect myself. But if you encounter danger and I’m not by your side, what would you do?"

Audrey Sutton leaned back into Shane Warner’s embrace, muttering, "You don’t look like you can protect yourself either."

Shane Warner: "That’s because you don’t understand your husband’s capabilities."

Audrey Sutton: "I don’t mind you bragging in front of me, but if you really meet a bad guy, they won’t care about your bravado. By the way, do you know that woman in the photo or not?"

Shane Warner: "..."

How did this topic circle back again?

Audrey Sutton turned her head to stare at Shane Warner and asked, "The guy in the photo looks like you, doesn’t he?"

Shane Warner thought that to explain clearly, he’d have to bring up Franklin Sutton to be convincing, so Audrey Sutton would believe he’s telling the truth. But Franklin had asked him not to tell Audrey until things were resolved, so Shane Warner could only say, "Have you ever seen me wear such flamboyant suits?"

Audrey Sutton: "What if you wore it as a disguise? Afraid I’d recognize you, hanging out with another woman, maybe you wore it deliberately."

Shane Warner: "Fine, even if what you said is true, knowing well that you’re in this hotel, would I still stroll around with that woman here? It’s like I’m afraid you won’t find out."

Audrey Sutton’s heart already believed Shane Warner’s words, but she said, "There’s a saying, the most dangerous place is the safest. What if you..."

Audrey Sutton stopped midway, suddenly like a jolt of electricity, she got up from Shane Warner’s embrace and ran off.

With a confused look, Shane Warner turned to see Audrey Sutton dart over, picking up Anna, who was about to roll off the bed, placing her gently in the middle, softly patting Anna’s butt, saying, "You haven’t learned your lesson from yesterday’s fall, have you?"

Anna, still sucking on her finger, giggled foolishly, with her shirt collar soaked through.

Seeing Audrey Sutton’s demeanor return to normal, Shane Warner got up and walked to the bedside, saying, "Kids can’t grow big without taking a few tumbles."

Audrey Sutton rolled her eyes: "Is he really your son? Didn’t your heart ache seeing him cry like that yesterday?"

Shane Warner reached out and touched the bump on Anna’s forehead, saying, "After a few more falls, he’ll understand that you should step off the bed with your feet first, not your head."

Audrey Sutton lightly slapped Shane Warner’s hand away, "Go get a shirt and change the boy, it’s all drool."

Although the woman in the photo remained an unsolved mystery in Audrey Sutton’s mind, her grievances with Shane Warner were finally laid to rest.

Actually, in a happier mood, Audrey Sutton herself felt maybe she shouldn’t have been so paranoid and at odds with Shane Warner. But at the time, her mood was inexplicably off, and nothing Shane Warner did seemed right.

It was as if she had cast Shane Warner in the role of the husband who abandons his wife and child.

Now watching Shane Warner skillfully change his son’s clothes, Audrey Sutton felt like she was truly blessed but didn’t appreciate it.

Shane Warner had a very good temper. Every time there was a disagreement, he patiently coaxed and indulged her.

Since getting married, Shane Warner had never lost his temper with her. Only when she intentionally riled him up did he show a bit of displeasure, but it was never actual anger.

...

To advance the investigation, Erin Yates once again disguised herself in the afternoon and entered the bar. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Having been there once before, she had pre-arranged for Morgan Quinn to wait for her in the room.

So after the staff greeted Erin Yates, they led her directly to the reserved room.

As soon as the door closed, Morgan Quinn approached with a nervous look saying, "Big news! I saw the person you mentioned today!"

Erin Yates blinked and asked, "Really? Did you see clearly?"

Morgan Quinn replied, "I’m pretty good at recognizing people. He looks a bit different from the photo, with a buzz cut, but I remember his face, the features match. Plus, when we made eye contact, his expression wasn’t right, seemed very wary, like he was hiding something."

Erin Yates quickly inquired, "Where did you see him?"

Morgan Quinn: "Our resting rooms are in one building, he seems to be on the same floor as me. When I got up this afternoon, I saw Ms. Reid leading him away in the corridor."

Erin Yates pondered, indeed aligning with their suspicions.

Old Snake, due to the high risk of selling his goods, urgently needed a large sum of money to smuggle abroad, so he chose this fast-money-making path.

"What about that friend of yours?"

Morgan Quinn waved his hand and said, "Don’t even mention it. He’s having a rougher time than me. He’s right next door to me. In the afternoon, we were passing notes by the window, and he said he entertained six people alone last night, nearly had alcohol poisoning, and urged me to find a way out fast, as he can’t endure another round."

"How much do you know about the layout here?"

Morgan Quinn: "What could I possibly know? I only arrived a day before you, plus I’m constantly under watch. But I vaguely heard something, the male models here are divided into two types: one is like me, sold here by traffickers, primarily watched by Ms. Reid’s people to prevent running off and losing their costs. There’s also a voluntary group who can come and go as they please."

Erin Yates mused, Old Snake should belong to the type that comes and goes freely. Given they’ve found Old Snake’s hiding spot, a swift action seemed better.

Old Snake was highly skilled in counter-surveillance. If he managed to escape again, it would mean all the recent efforts were in vain.

However, finding a way to breach the bar’s defenses is a significant challenge.

The bar is backed by a hill, surrounded by a complex environment, with limited police manpower, a full-on siege is impossible.

Instead of an open surround, Erin Yates thought it better to gather more people, infiltrate the bar, and catch them off guard for more reliability.

With this in mind, Erin Yates turned to Morgan Quinn, saying, "Take off your clothes."

Morgan Quinn was taken aback, giving Erin Yates a peculiar look, "What are you up to?"

Erin Yates didn’t waste time talking, directly grabbing at Morgan Quinn’s jacket, "If you don’t want to stay here longer, just do as I say."

"Alright, alright, I’ll do it myself."

Morgan Quinn took off his jacket, hesitantly asking Erin Yates, "Take everything off?"

Erin Yates: "Just the shirt is fine."

Morgan Quinn didn’t quite get what Erin Yates was planning, thinking he wouldn’t suffer a loss anyway; he deftly started unbuttoning his shirt, joking as he went, "What exactly do you plan to do? You’re not having inappropriate thoughts at a time like this, are you?"