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, no

Mocking, Hannah retorted, “Mr.

bit too intrusive? My plans are none of your

and turned to leave, but before she could take

“Bryson!”

cautious not to struggle too much,

whispered urgently, “Put me

on the other side

arrived at his room on

slamming the door behind them, and tossed Hannah onto the

sank into the

rise, but

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

are you

her arms

Your past dealings with

for business or

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