“Yes, sir," came the prompt reply, causing Ariana to freeze in place.

That voice!

The voice was unmistakable to her.

Ariana's hands trembled as she attempted to remain composed while looking in the direction of the speaker.

However, before she could get a clear view, the manager and his entourage had departed.

The door shut again, leaving Ariana uncertain about the identity of the person behind the manager.

Once again, silence enveloped the room.

Restless, Ariana paced back and forth.

The individual had only uttered a single sentence; Ariana was unsure if the man was truly the person she was thinking about.

What if it were merely someone with a similar voice? Taking action based on that might endanger her.

Anxious, Ariana's mind battled conflicting notions, one asserting his identity, the other questioning it vehemently.

She then scanned the room again, searching for concealed surveillance devices.

Clearing her throat, Ariana began to mock and taunt Bennett aloud.

"Come on, Bennett, itching for a show? Well, release me if you're brave enough."

"Bennett, my captivity won't last forever. I'll escape; mark my words!"

Despite Ariana's numerous provocations and minor vandalism, there was no response from Bennett.

Ariana felt relieved, concluding that there Likely weren't additional surveillance gadgets present.

Yet, that voice, that individual... Was that man truly Holden? How could she confirm this?

What if it was not him?

While grappling with her swirling thoughts, the sudden click of the door lock caught Ariana's attention, drawing her gaze to the door.