Though it might be Franklyn, Hannah approached the door with caution, ready to verify the visitor through the peephole.


    There, in the dim light, stood Franklyn.


    His face was pale, his left arm cradled protectively.


    Before Hannah could open the door, the door next to hers swung open.


    Instantly, Franklyn found himself staring at Bryson’s cold expression, feeling the intense aggression emanating from him.


    Danger loomed.


    Acting on a sharp instinct, Franklyn cautiously retreated two steps upon encountering Bryson.


    Observing Franklyn’s actions, Bryson narrowed his eyes and asked with a menacing tone, “Who are you?” His voice boomed, deep andmanding.


    Franklyn, maintaining his caution, stepped back again, gauging the distance between them.


    “Who are you?” Bryson repeated, his gaze dropping to the wound on Franklyn’s arm, his voice icy.


    “Trying to fake your own injury?”


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    “What?” It seemed Franklyn was confused by Bryson’s usation.


    Upon hearing Bryson’s voice, Hannah quickly swung the door wide open, peering out at them.


    “Come in, both of you.


    Don’t just stand there outside,” she instructed.


    Hearing her, Bryson checked his anger, turned, and entered the suite.


    “Who is he?” he inquired sharply.


    “He’s my friend.


    Please be polite,” Hannah responded.


    Bryson raised an eyebrow.


    “I assumed the assassins hade up with a new scheme.


    ”


    Hannah rolled her eyes.


    “Why don’t you stay in your room? Whye out?”


    “I heard someone at your door and got worried,” Bryson exined.


    When Franklyn, using his uninjured hand, closed the door, he overheard Bryson’s further remarks.


    “I’m concerned you might be in danger, so I wanted to take care of it beforehand.


    ”


    Having a serious conversation with Bryson proved difficult for Hannah.


    Choosing to ignore him, she directed Franklyn to the sofa.


    “Let me take a look at your arm.


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    Franklyn didn’t hesitate.


    He sat down and removed his coat with a sharp intake of breath and a grimace.


    The blood had dried, sticking to his skin, and the movement of the jacket made the pain worse.


    Once the coat was off, a deep and clearly prating wound was revealed, likely caused by something like a dagger.


    Hannah gently pressed around Franklyn’s arm.


    “Luckily, it doesn’t seem like the bone is affected.


    We need to stop the bleeding.


    But, I don’t have any tools here for anesthesia or suturing.


    I-“


    Before she could finish, Bryson, who had been leaning against the wall, interjected, “I’ll make a call and get everything you need.


    ”