At the moment, the Grand Hotel was chaotic. The police had formed a cordon around the hotel, and there was a large crowd gathering around it.

Ron, who drove Cristofer to the hotel, had to park the car at the intersection nearby. He said, “Mr. Hans, the road is blocked by the crowd. We can’t pass.”

“I see. Let’s walk to the hotel,” Cristofer replied to him calmly.

“Okay,” Ron nodded. Then, he got out of the car and took the wheelchair out of the trunk.

Since both of Cristofer’s ...