116: The Gold Digger?

**Cap. 116: The Gold Digger?**

Hanna headed towards the mansion with her heart racing. With each passing second, her anxiety about losing her ring intensified. She needed to get there quickly and retrieve the item before someone else found it.

Sitting in the front seat of the car, she was frantically banging on the driver’s seat. The security guard, impassive, just watched her through the rearview mirror.

“This is ridiculous!” she exclaimed, irritated. “If this were a taxi, we’d have arrived ages ago!” Frustration consumed her. “Where’s your boss?” she asked, her voice tense.

“He’s gone,” the man replied indifferently, not taking his eyes off the road.

“Come on, hurry up! Step on the gas!” Hanna yelled, kicking the back of the car seat. “Damn it... how could I forget...” she lamented desperately. “If one of the staff finds the ring while cleaning Morgan’s room, what am I going to say?”

As soon as the car stopped in front of the mansion, Hanna practically leaped out. She dashed inside