The entire press conference ended, and the TV had switched to commercials. I was still in a daze, unable to process what I had just seen.

　　I snapped out of it and immediately picked up my phone to call Lucas.

　　The phone rang once, no answer. Twice, three times, still nothing. My chest tightened, like something heavy was pressing down on me, and breathing became difficult.

　　It was 9:30 PM. By this time, he should have been back at the hotel. If he wasn't ...