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.

from Lyons,

Mocking, Hannah retorted, “Mr.

intrusive?

before she could take a step, she was swept off her

“Bryson!”

Hannah was cautious not to struggle too much, concerned

“Put me down,

elevator on

his room on

slamming the door behind them, and

Hannah sank into the soft

rise, but

involved in money laundering with Wilde, and now you’re

you up

wrapped her arms around

with Wilde and

business or

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