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

Mocking, Hannah retorted, “Mr.

being a bit too intrusive? My plans

off and turned to leave, but before she could

“Bryson!”

his neck, Hannah was cautious not to struggle too much, concerned

whispered urgently, “Put me down,

entered the elevator on the other side of the

his room

slamming the door behind them, and tossed

sank into the soft

to rise, but Bryson

her, he accused, “You’re involved in money laundering with Wilde,

you

Hannah wrapped her

Your past dealings with Wilde

they for business or

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