Satan’s phone had no signal. He was unable to contact the outside world. Inside the confined elevator, the only source of light was the small flame from Jackson's lighter. “Damn it, it's such a big hotel, how could this happen? It’s been several minutes, why isn’t the power back on?” Jackson was growing increasingly impatient and agitated. Satan remained silent, but his breathing had grown heavier. The sudden appearance of Penelope and the coincidental power outage seemed too eerie to be mere chance. “Hey, Vincent, say something. What do we do now, just wait here?” Satan responded coldly, “And what solution do you propose? Feel free to share.” “Damn, aren’t you supposed to be impressive, mysterious, and capable of making Emily feel secure? Why isn’t that working now?” Satan glanced at him. “I’m only human, not a god.” “Damn,” Jackson was startled. “Can you take off that mask? It’s scaring me…” The white mask appeared even more ominous in the darkness. Especially when Satan suddenly turned his head, even Jackson, who was usually bold, couldn’t help but feel a chill. Jackson suddenly recalled that he had drunk with Vincent several times, but each time he was utterly wasted while Vincent always maintained his composure, even when drunk, remaining upright and speaking little. “Vincent, can I ask you a question?” “Not really.” “I’m asking anyway.” Satan smirked. “Then why bother asking me?” Jackson licked his lips and argued, “I’m just being polite. Who knew you’d refuse so harshly. Anyway, since we’re stuck in the elevator, let’s talk about something.” Satan tried to push the elevator doors open, but mechanical things couldn’t be moved by human strength. Jackson leaned casually, frowning with impatience. “Don’t waste your effort. Let’s just wait for help. Didn’t you say there would be emergency power soon? We’ll wait a few minutes. I have a few questions for you too.”Jackson tugged at Satan’s shirt sleeve and whispered, “That woman we saw earlier, she looks a lot like Emily. What’s your relationship with her?” Satan dismissed him. “As I said, this is a private matter between Emily and me. I will explain it to her, but I have no obligation to explain to others.” “Others? Damn… Fine, I’m ‘others,’ you’re just jealous, jealous of my youth. If you hadn’t shown up earlier, Emily would have definitely chosen me.” “Just you?” Satan shook his head with a smile. “I have confidence in Emily’s taste.” Jackson sensed something was off in his words. “What do you mean? Explain yourself.” “Emily isn’t a weak woman; she doesn’t need a fool. She needs a man who can stand behind her and be her strongest support at all times. Jackson, to be blunt, with your temperament and personality, even without my presence, Emily might not choose you.” Jackson was indignant and puffed out his chest. “That’s not certain. If it weren’t for you, I would have lent her money for her father’s surgery. I would have used all my strength to help her avenge her mother. Don’t forget, I went abroad to find Emma and bring her back. You don’t know how much effort and money I spent…” Ding— The elevator suddenly lit up. The eyes, adjusted to darkness for a long time, were hurt by the sudden brightness. Jackson squinted and cursed, “Damn, finally back on. How many floors do you live on?” “Twenty-third floor.” Jackson pressed the floor button again, and the elevator began to move slowly upward. But the higher they went, the louder the commotion outside became. When they reached the twenty-third floor, the elevator doors opened to a chaotic scene. The corridor was full of guests running around, shouting in panic, “Use the stairs! Quickly, everyone go down the stairs! The fire is spreading upward, we need to get downstairs!” Fire? There was a fire? Both Satan and Jackson realized something was wrong. The power had just gone out; why was there a fire? Jackson grabbed a hurried passerby, anxiously asking, “Is there a fire? Which room?”The person was a middle-aged woman, visibly panicked, speaking incoherently, “2307… It’s 2307! The fire started in the kitchen of 2307!” After saying this, she struggled to break free from Jackson’s grip and ran to the stairwell, fleeing with the majority of people through the emergency exit. 2307… Satan’s heart sank, and he sprinted towards room 2307. But the sight before him was suffocating. The entire room was engulfed in flames, with fire blazing into the sky, a torrent of heat, and a mix of smoke and burnt smell. “Emily!” Satan shouted forcefully, “Emily, are you inside?” Jackson, catching up from behind, was also alarmed. “Emily’s inside? Damn it!” The fire was growing fiercer. Hotel staff brought several fire extinguishers, but the fire was so intense that the extinguishers were ineffective. Satan was about to rush in but was stopped by a staff member. “Sir, it’s too dangerous inside; you can’t go in!” “My wife is still inside!” His voice was twisted with desperation, and the heat was almost melting his mask. “Sir, I understand your feelings, but please calm down. The fire is too fierce. Going in now would be suicide! We’ve called the fire department, and they’re on their way. Our staff is also working hard to put out the fire and rescue your wife!” “Trying?” What was “trying” to him? He didn’t want some damn “trying!” When he left, Emily was still asleep, carrying their child! How terrified would she be when she woke up to see the blazing fire? Satan was overwhelmed with regret. Why did he go downstairs to meet Penelope? He shouldn’t have let her threaten him! If Penelope dared to come to this room, he would make sure she could never speak again! “Let me go!” “Sir, please calm down, try to calm down…”