Forced to Marry Mr. Billionaire

Chapter 827: Chapter 827: No One Answers the Phone

It wasn’t until just before dawn that she found an opportunity.

Luckily, she hadn’t slept all night. It turned out Xingtian had a habit of getting up at six thirty for a shower. An Ruo, who had been listening intently by the door, heard the sound of him getting up and going to the bathroom. She cautiously opened the door, confirming that he indeed went to the bathroom.

With the sound of water coming from the bathroom, An Ruo bent down and carefully walked towards the door. She was very nervous but had to stay calm and escape. Otherwise, she would never have the chance to get away from him.

Opening the door smoothly, An Ruo gently closed it behind her and ran desperately to the elevator.

Although waiting for the elevator door to open was only a few seconds, it felt excruciatingly long. She was terrified that if she was late by a second, Xingtian would find out she had run away.

They were staying on the twenty-fifth floor of the hotel, and going from the top to the bottom took a long time too.

An Ruo kept praying that Xingtian wouldn’t notice she was gone.

It took about two minutes for her to run out of the hotel, hail a car, and give the driver Tang Yuchen’s company address.

was well away from the hotel, An Ruo finally relaxed a little. Clutching her phone tightly, she decided to call Tang Yuchen. She had memorized the number long ago, so she just

his number, she nervously pressed the call button

’du—du—’, but no one answered. Unwilling to give up, An Ruo dialed

he not be

even if she got

Ruo also prayed that Xingtian hadn’t

had closed the bedroom door, hoping he would think she hadn’t

vehicle got stuck in traffic. It was the morning rush hour, and many cars were gridlocked on the road, unable to move an

undoubtedly very stressful for An

how long the jam might last; the driver said usually, in half an hour, the traffic would ease

an hour... she hoped everything would still

already past seven, and An Ruo continued calling Tang Yuchen’s phone, but again, no one answered. Could it be he hadn’t woken up

it be the content under the chair was

real. Maybe Tang