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.

you being a bit too intrusive? My plans are

pushed him off and turned to leave, but before she could take a

“Bryson!”

neck, Hannah was cautious not to struggle too much,

urgently, “Put me

elevator on

at his room on the

barged in, slamming the door behind them, and tossed Hannah onto

Hannah sank

but Bryson held her

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

are you

wrapped her arms

about you? Your past dealings with Wilde

they for business or

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