Bryson's smile faded into a soft, concerned gaze.

“Have you been having trouble here on your own?"

Hannah decided to be upfront. "A lot has happened. It's hard to know where to begin. Let's talk in the car."

She glanced toward the coffee shop. “What's taking Dotson so long with that coffee?"

"I'm not rushed." Bryson soothed, running his hand through her hair.

“Hand me the car keys, and I'll load my luggage."

"Sure."

Their conversation continued, but with no sign of Dotson, Hannah grew anxious. "Hold on, I'll check the coffee shop."

As she started off, Bryson caught her wrist. "I'll come with you."

Outside the shop, the assistant informed them that Dotson had already left with the coffee.

“That can't be right!" Hannah exclaimed. “My friend wouldn't just wander off, especially when I'm nearby. I didn't see him leave!"

The shop assistant shrugged, appearing helpless. “Your friend is an adult. He took his coffee and left. We can't exactly stop him, can we? And were you watching our shop continuously? If so, you should've seen him when he left."

Recalling the mysterious figures she had captured in her photo, Hannah kept her composure. As they walked away, she explained to Bryson. "I was trying to take a photo to show you where I was, but I accidentally caught two people in it. Take a close look at this.”

She zoomed in on the two suspicious individuals in the image and said, "I think we're being watched. They must have intercepted Dotson!"

Bryson agreed, casting a wary glance back at the coffee shop. “If that's the case, then this shop might be involved. I know Dotson wouldn't just wander off without your instructions. Plus, you were only here to pick me up today. If he got coffee and didn't return, something's definitely off."

Hannah felt the same urgency. “I'm going back in there to make that assistant talk!"

"No, that approach might backfire." Bryson cautioned, then leaned in with a strategy of his own.

Hannah nodded. "Okay."

She drove away from the airport. Meanwhile, the shop assistant stepped outside and watched her car disappear down the road.

Just then, a figure emerged from a nearby alley. “Is she gone?"

"She just drove off. You're playing a dangerous game! How could you show your face now? Be careful she doesn't spot you!"

“She's gone now. There's no risk. Tie him up and take him away. That way, we won't have to worry anymore."

They re-entered the coffee shop and slammed the door behind them.

From the side of the building, Bryson emerged, his suspicions confirmed.