C289 Hold on, Bianca. I am here

Meanwhile…

Adrian was sitting inside a quiet coffee shop. The place was warm and it smelled like roasted coffee beans and fresh croissants.

But his eyes weren’t on the menu or the people around him. He was scrolling through his phone again and again, trying to make a call.

But all he got was no answer.

He redialled the same number, but he still got nothing.

His jaw tightened