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.

away from Lyons, no matter your

Mocking, Hannah retorted, “Mr.

being a bit too intrusive? My plans are none of

off and turned to leave, but before she could take

“Bryson!”

not to struggle too much,

urgently, “Put

Hannah, entered the elevator on the other side of

arrived at his room

the door behind them,

sank

but

in money laundering with Wilde,

you

wrapped her arms

Your past dealings with Wilde and your presence here

business or something

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