Chapter 438

Luckily, Sarah Knight wasn't someone who'd panic easily. She quickly smoothed her clothes, took a deep breath to collect herself, and glanced over at the closet. It looked normal—no trace of the injured guy hiding inside—so she walked to the door. There was a soft creak as she opened it. Seeing the security guards standing outside, Sarah pretended to be confused and half-asleep. She rubbed her temples and mumbled with a sleepy frown, "What’s going on?" One of the guards gave her a respectful nod. "Good evening, Mrs. Barron. Sorry to bother you. We’re looking for a wounded man of mixed descent. Have you seen anyone suspicious?" "A what? A wounded mixed-race man?" Sarah blinked like she was trying to process it, frowning tighter. "I've been in here the whole time. Haven’t seen a soul." She pulled off the role perfectly—genuinely puzzled with a touch of irritation. The guard who asked looked like he wanted to press further, but the one beside him subtly tugged at his sleeve and whispered,