Hannah lingered in the hallway of the fifth floor, peering over the banister at the individuals gathering below.


    The most recent arrivals belonged to the Juarez and Delgado families.


    Just a handful from these families had made the journey, all seeming to be of the younger set.


    Deep in thought, she suddenly felt the weight of a stare.


    Turning swiftly, she met the eyes of the onlooker.


    There stood Remington, d in a blue velvet tuxedo, blending with the old-world charm of the manor like a noble from a bygone era.


    On the fringe of the gathering, his green eyes locked onto Hannah, and he greeted her with a smile.


    Hannah mustered a polite smile, inwardly rolling her eyes.


    Despite the casual nature of today’s event, Remington was dressed to the nines.


    She nced at the room adjacent to hers, noting the unimed sign still dangling on the door.


    Bryson was nowhere to be seen among the guests, and Hannah wondered about his whereabouts and the reason for his dy.


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    Returning to her room, as she stood by the expansive window, her gaze fell upon a group making their way to the building behind hers.


    Just as she was about to take a closer look, her phone rang.


    Dotson was on the other end.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.


    She answered and asked, “What’s going on?”


    “Boss, they’re not letting us into your vi.


    We’re being directed to a different one.


    Are you alright by yourself over there?”


    Hannah held the phone, her gaze drifting to the people outside the window, observing the bodyguards of each family being ushered towards the building behind hers.


    “I’m fine.


    Keith and Trent are with me.


    There won’t be any trouble.


    But keep your eyes open on your end,” she responded, her voice


    steady.


    “No rash moves, I promise,” came Dotson’s reassurance.


    Right after she ended the call, a knock at the door broke the silence!


    Hannah quickly wrapped up the call and went to open the door.


    Remington stood on the other side, offering a warm nod and smile as soon as she appeared.


    “Miss Moore,” he greeted.


    Hannah, keen not to seem two-faced after theirst encounter, returned his greeting.


    “Quite the surprise, Mr.


    Lyons.


    ”


    “I chose the room next to yours on purpose.


    ” With a gentle smile, Remington told Hannah, “As my guest, it’s my job to take good care of you.


    ”


    Hannah couldn’t help but feel skeptical, doubting his sincerity.


    She silently scoffed, her eyes catching the missing sign on the door next to hers.


    A pang of regret hit her.


    If only she hadn’t been peering down from upstairs earlier, Remington wouldn’t have noticed her.


    And now, with him as her neighbor, her options felt limited.