Chapter 43. Trap

"Do you know where Sagara is?" asked Ratu hurriedly.

"I saw him walk out of the hotel earlier."

Ratu left immediately. She grabbed her sling bag and ran outside. Ratu pressed two elevators at once. But both of them had just passed the floor where she was standing. Not wanting to wait long, she finally rushed down the emergency stairs. She didn't care about the height of the bed. She had to go down. Her only thought was one: she wanted to see her husband immediately.

She shouldn't have said that. She should not have accused Sagara of anything. She knew herself that her husband was a good man. As far as she had researched in the past, Sagara had never once wanted to touch a woman's skin, let alone hurt it. So she should have known that Sagara could not have done such a stupid thing. There was no way Sagara would again poison Ratu with such an unholy dr*g in public.

Ratu's breath caught. She was downcast while holding the iron staircase divider. An inch of a swe