Page 85 of Billionaire’s Heartbreak

I pressed my lips together. He was right. For once, I didn't have the energy to fight him.

“There has to be a way out of here,” he continued. “We just need to find it.”

“How?” I eased myself out of his arms, though the warmth of his body lingered against my skin.

“There should be something in the apartment. A way to contact the outside world. Emergency communications. A secondary exit. Something.”

“But I've looked everywhere.”

“Think.” He paused. “What did Dannie tell you about this place?”

I frowned. Then something clicked. I pushed myself upright so quickly that the room spun. “Wait.”

Kai looked at me. “What?”

“I found something earlier.”

“What?”

“A notebook.” His expression sharpened. “A notebook?”

“Yes. It was hidden inside a drawer.” I hurried to explain. “But it's all coded. Roman letters, Chinese characters, symbols. I couldn't make sense of any of it.”

Kai nodded slowly. “Okay.” Then he actually smiled. “That's a start.”

“I'll get it.” I turned toward the kitchen.

“June.”

He made a small sound as he shifted on the sofa. “Ah…”

I turned around. “What?”

“Before we start solving the mystery…” His expression became almost sheepish. “Do we have anything to eat?”

I stared at him. “I made millet congee.”

“Oh.”

Something about the way he said it made me suspicious.

“What's wrong?”

His mouth twitched. “It's just… not exactly my favourite.”

I folded my arms. “I’m sorry.” My voice dripped with sarcasm. “I should have prepared a seven-course tasting menu while I was busy keeping you alive.”

“Why not?” He added an exaggerated frown, and a small laugh escaped me.

“There isn't much in the pantry because we're in a locked-down apartment in the middle of a crisis.”

“That's a valid excuse.” He paused. “But a bunker without enough food isn't a very well-prepared bunker.”

I rolled my eyes. “Unbelievable.”

Deep down, I knew Kai was right. Knowing Dannie, I couldn't shake the feeling that there had to be more to this apartment. He had shown me the lockdown system, but there was still so much I didn't know. The hidden drawer had proved that. If there was one secret compartment, there could be another.

“Whatever,” I said, turning toward the kitchen again. “Eat or starve. Your choice.”