At that moment, Mr. Miller said to them in a relaxed manner, "You don't have to worry about anything. Both of you have done your jobs perfectly! So, go to the hotel and take some rest."

"Sir, how can you say this to us so casually when an innocent girl is missing? We don't know who kidnapped her or what they will do to her to take revenge on us. So, tell me, how can we not worry about her?" Ron asked with a worried intonation, mixed with a lot of pain.

"He is right. We should go back to the nightclub to find her! Besides, she is the main witness in this case, especially regarding the incident that happened behind closed doors," DK said in a serious voice to support his friend.

"We sent our men there, so both of you don't have to worry about anything. Just go to the hotel and let me handle the rest of the work my way," Mr. Miller said in a calm voice, though there was a hint of urgency in his tone. It seemed he didn't want them to think about the unknown girl anymore.

"But Sir, we can't, we..." Ron wanted to say a lot of things but was forced to shut his mouth when Mr. Miller, for the first time, shouted at him in an enraged manner and threatened their jobs.

"Mr. Whitley, stop arguing with me and go to the hotel with Mr. Wilson. Otherwise, I'll be forced to suspend both of you for the next six months for disobeying my orders! Don't forget that I have enough power to do that!"

After hearing the harsh words from his senior, whom he used to consider like a father, Ron's face and ears turned red with anger. Without saying a word, he walked toward their car with a sullen expression. DK shook his head, sighing deeply with disappointment at his senior's behavior, and followed his friend in silence.

They saw that the five criminals had already left for the hospital for treatment. Ron was about to open the car door when DK grabbed his wrist to stop him. Then, in a gentle voice, he said, "Buddy, you rest. I'll drive."

Without giving him any reply, Ron opened the back door of the car and got in, closing it harshly. DK glanced at their senior and nodded, signaling that they were going to the hotel. Mr. Miller blinked in response.

DK got into the car and started the engine. The vehicle began moving toward their destination. Mr. Miller shook his head and heaved a deep sigh of relief as the car disappeared from his sight.

When DK glanced at his friend through the car mirror, he noticed Ron sitting in the back seat with his eyes closed. DK then turned his attention back to the road, unaware of the tears silently streaming down his friend's face.

"Why am I feeling so reckless for her? Why can't I forget her sad eyes? She behaved rudely with me earlier, but still, why am I feeling so worried about her safety? Is it because of my responsibility as a police officer to the public, or is it..." Ron's thoughts were interrupted when the car stopped in the parking lot of the Hotel Orchid.

Ron quickly wiped his tears and both of them got out of the car, locking it, before walking toward the hotel.

They received the key from the receptionist and entered the elevator to reach their room, located on the sixth floor of the hotel.

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After reaching the sixth floor, the elevator chimed and opened. Both of them exited in silence. DK opened the door to their room, and Ron entered first.

To vent his anger, he took off his shoes, threw them on the floor, and turned on every light in the room. After that, he threw his cell phone on the bed and entered the bathroom to take a shower, slamming the door behind him. This made DK realize that his friend's mind was too hot at that time.

As a result, DK thought it was best to keep his mouth shut if he didn't want to face his buddy's anger. So, after taking off his shoes, he lazily threw his tired body on the bed and closed his eyes.

Meanwhile, inside the bathroom, Ron angrily took off all his clothes and threw them on the floor. Then he turned on the shower and stood under it, closing his eyes and placing both hands on the bathroom wall. As the cold water cascaded from his hot head to his toes, he felt good. He started taking long, deep breaths to calm his puzzled mind.

Approximately twenty minutes later, he turned off the shower. He felt better after taking the cold shower. He took a towel and started to dry his body. Then he wrapped the towel around his waist and came out of the bathroom with a blank expression.

"Are you alright?" DK asked him without opening his eyes.

"No," Ron replied, seriousness evident in his expression.

"Then wake me up when you want to talk," DK uttered casually, then turned to his left.

In response, Ron grabbed a comb from the dressing table and flung it at his friend. Consequently, it hit DK's butt, prompting him to get up from the bed and sit properly. With irritation and frustration evident in his voice, DK asked, "What's your problem? Why are you showing your anger at me without any reason?"

Ron replied, fuming with anger, "Because I don't understand how you can sleep peacefully when an innocent girl's life is in danger," his gaze burning with fury.

"What the fuck! It was our senior who made all the decisions. If you want to blame someone, blame him, not me! I didn't do anything wrong!" DK shouted, raising his voice as he threw a pillow angrily at his friend. The pillow struck Ron squarely in the face, prompting DK to smirk in victory.

At that moment, they heard the sound of a chair being dragged from the closed door on the left side of their bedroom. Unbeknownst to them, their room had a shared door that could lead into another room.

"Where did a secret room appear in our bedroom from?" DK asked, his tone filled with surprise as he widened his eyes.

"It's a shared room, you idiot, which we didn't notice before!" Ron replied with irritation, his voice tinged with seriousness.

"But who's there?" They both whispered together, their voices full of curiosity.

Then DK got up from the bed and stood upright. He then retrieved his gun from the back pocket of his jeans and signaled to his friend that he was going to open the door. Ron nodded in agreement.

As he cautiously approached the closed door, it suddenly swung open. To his surprise, someone shouted, "BOO!" This startled DK so much that he fell to the floor, screaming, "Ghost!"

Meanwhile, a broad smile spread across Ron's face. The culprit behind the scare was none other than the mysterious girl who had disappeared from the ambulance half an hour earlier.

After seeing DK's reaction, the girl burst into laughter, clutching her stomach. Ron's heart raced at the sight of her smiling face, feeling butterflies fluttering in response. His eyes were fixed on this unfamiliar person as if under a spell, and he unconsciously began walking toward her. He snapped out of it when the doorbell rang, halting in his tracks.

That girl said, "I think he came," and then ran toward the door, ignoring two people who were busy observing her with contrasting gazes. One stared at her with shock, while the other fixed his eyes on her as if enchanted.

DK got up from the floor and stood beside his friend, asking with confusion in his voice, "Who is she? I don't understand what's going on with us! Do you understand anything..." he trailed off upon seeing his roommate's expression, then whispered to himself in disappointment, shaking his head, "Forget it."

They noticed the girl approaching with their senior, holding his hand joyfully, causing both to furrow their brows in curiosity and confusion simultaneously.

"Boys, how was the surprise? Did you like it?" Mr. Miller asked them in a teasing manner.

"Are you calling her presence a surprise? I would prefer if you described her as shocking rather than surprised, because she has been shocking us since we met at the nightclub," DK replied in frustration, while putting his weapon back into the back pocket of his jeans.

In response, the girl and Mr. Miller laughed together, enjoying his comments.

"But, sir, how is that possible? And who is she?" Ron asked, sounding surprised.

"I can see from your expressions that both of you liked my surprise a lot. She is Evelyn Taylor/Chamelyn, one of the top female undercover agents, your new fellow partner, and my one and only niece!" Mr. Miller said proudly. After this statement, he kissed her forehead affectionately, and she responded with a warm, happy smile.

"Hi, guys. I know today you both had to deal with a lot because of me. Even my uncle scolded you, and for that, I'm truly sorry! Please forgive me," Evelyn said, her voice tinged with guilt, her expression mirroring her tone.

"Hey, don't say sorry. We're going to work together, so I hope we become good friends. You don't need to apologize to us," DK said with a warm smile, because he understood Evelyn's capabilities as an officer. He genuinely admired talented people.

Evelyn replied with a smile, "Thanks."

DK asked with curiosity, "Can you please explain the whole incident from the beginning?" There was excitement in his tone.

"Of course! But I think before we start our serious conversation, Mr. Whitley needs to put on some clothes to cover his half naked body," Evelyn said teasingly, causing everyone except Ron to burst into laughter. He quickly crossed his arms over his chest and bit his lower lip in embarrassment.

Then, while laughing, Mr. Miller said to him, "Ron, I've already bought clothes for both of you. Go and get dressed quickly."

"Yes, Sir," Ron uttered, heading toward the wardrobe to get dressed. He quickly grabbed a white T-shirt and sweatpants, then hurried to the bathroom, prompting everyone to laugh even harder.

After a couple of minutes, when Ron came out of the bathroom, he saw Mr. Miller and Evelyn sitting on the sofa, and DK on the bed. Food had been ordered for them and was placed on the center table. They were waiting for him.

Then he sat beside DK, and Evelyn asked them, smirking, "Are you ready to listen to everything?"

Both of them instantly nodded their heads in reply.

"Follow me," Evelyn said, and everyone started to follow her. They entered the common room and closed the door.

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