She leaned close to his ear and whispered softly, "Mr. Cheney, are you asleep?"
Still, there was no response.
She straightened her waist, her small hand fumbled in his pants pocket for a moment.
Easily, she found his cellphone.
Using his fingerprint to unlock it, she opened the contact list, Jasmine Yale's fingers trembling uncontrollably.
With a slight flip, she saw Joan Harry's name.
She sent Joan Harry a message: Heavenly Blessing Hotel, 1509, I'll wait for you.
After sending it, she quickly deleted it, her body shaking violently, the alcohol partly awakening her.
She replaced his cellphone in its original spot and, seeing that he hadn't awakened, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and rushed towards the door.
The drug she had administered would take effect in a few minutes, she could stay no longer.
It was her first time doing something like this, her legs still shaking as she ran out of the room.
