Just then, a waiter came by with a tray, offering her a glass of red wine.

“Thanks,” Hannah said, expressing her gratitude.

The waiter left, smiling.

Holding a glass of red wine, Hannah made her way to a quieter corner.

Just as she reached a secluded spot, she felt a strong grip on her arm.

Bang!

With a sudden move, Bryson pinned her against the wall, his arm securing her in place.

He looked at her, anger in his eyes, and demanded, “I heard you’re meeting Remington Lyons tonight?”

Hannah glanced at his abdomen, concern in her eyes, then met his gaze defiantly.

“Yes, I have plans with him.

Is there a problem?”

Bryson’s eyes, dark as the night, bore into hers.

Lyons, no matter

Mocking, Hannah retorted, “Mr.

a bit too intrusive? My plans are

but before she could take a step,

“Bryson!”

Hannah was cautious not to struggle

whispered urgently, “Put

Hannah, entered the elevator on

at his room on the fifth

barged in, slamming the door behind them, and tossed

sank into the soft

to rise, but Bryson held her

down at her, he accused, “You’re involved in money laundering with Wilde, and now you’re

are you

wrapped her arms

past dealings with Wilde and your presence here in

business or

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