Chapter 145: About the thoughts
Kelvin’s hand hovered on the cold metal knob, fingers tightening slightly before he slid the passkey into the lock.
The light blinked green with a faint click, and without wasting a second, he pushed the door open.
The moment the door swung wide, his sharp gaze landed on Tryson, sprawled across the bed in a deep, almost unnaturally heavy sleep, completely unaware of the chaos waiting just outside his room.
Without hesitation, Kelvin stepped inside, Jude and two other men following closely behind as they hurried into the dimly lit space.
The men immediately began searching the room, yanking open closet doors, checking behind the curtains, even peering under the bed, their movements brisk and purposeful.
All the while, Jude’s attention remained fixed on Tryson, his footsteps quick as he crossed the room and knelt beside the bed.
Once the men confirmed the room was empty apart from Tryson, Kelvin moved toward Jude, a concerned frown tightening his brow.
One of the men quietly approached, holding out a glass of water.
Jude took it without a word, his motions careful as he leaned forward and gently sprinkled droplets of water onto Tryson’s face.
The cold liquid made Tryson stir almost instantly, his eyebrows twitching, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips as he fought to claw his way out of sleep’s heavy grip.
His eyelids fluttered open slowly, sluggish and disoriented, his eyes squinting against the dim light.