...Shit!
She had a feeling—it had to be the Fane family! It must be their doing!
Secretary Grant stood there in a daze for a moment, then slowly sank into a chair, tossed his papers onto the coffee table, and cradled his head.
Lily glanced at the papers—they were his host script, a thick stack.
Don't worry, I'll kick the door open." Lily strode to the door and kicked it hard.
With that kick, she unleashed a force like a thousand pounds.
But the door didn't budge an inch.
Instead, her leg started to ache faintly.
It's no use. This room..." Secretary Grant's tone was heavy. "It's a private lounge specially prepared for foreign heads of state visiting our country."
Private... lounge?" Lily echoed.
...Shit!
She had a feeling—it had to be the Fane family! It must be their doing!
Secretary Grant stood there in a daze for a moment, then slowly sank into a chair, tossed his papers onto the coffee table, and cradled his head.
Lily glanced at the papers—they were his host script, a thick stack.
Don't worry, I'll kick the door open." Lily strode to the door and kicked it hard.
With that kick, she unleashed a force like a thousand pounds.
But the door didn't budge an inch.
Instead, her leg started to ache faintly.
It's no use. This room..." Secretary Grant's tone was heavy. "It's a private lounge specially prepared for foreign heads of state visiting our country."
Private... lounge?" Lily echoed.
Secretary Grant nodded. "The walls are specially reinforced—blast-proof, bug-proof. The door's high-tech and super sturdy. We can't get out."
Is there any other way to contact the outside? Like a landline phone or something?
The phone line's definitely been cut. Try it if you don't believe me.
Lily picked up the receiver—sure enough, it was dead silent. The line must've been cut.
Is there surveillance in here?
No way. It's a private lounge—there wouldn't be surveillance.
Lily fell silent.
Right now, her only option was to try her electric sense.
It was the only thing that might break through these reinforced walls and reach the outside.
She slowly closed her eyes, focused, and sent her electric sense outward.
Inside the National Conference Hall, everything felt solemn and formal.
There weren't even any ornamental fish.
Her electric sense swept around, but she couldn't find anything to connect with.
She really regretted not sneaking Little Smudge in...
Lily sighed and asked, "Secretary Grant, what happens if we can't get out?"
Secretary Grant gave a bitter smile. "You'll be fine."
What about you?
A mistake this big... There's no way I can keep my job as secretary." He looked truly dejected. "This might be the end for me."
Lily gritted her teeth, suddenly stood up, hefted a heavy chair, and smashed it against the door.
Secretary Grant stared at her in surprise. "What are you doing?"
If I keep pounding on the door, it'll make some noise outside," Lily said. "Maybe someone passing by will hear."
Secretary Grant listened to the thudding sounds and thought it might actually work.
So he decided to grab a chair and try smashing the door himself.
But suddenly, his legs went weak...
...
Evan Lan's spirit sense was always online.