In a nearby corner, a wheelchairy tipped over on its side. A familiar figure came into view.


    Debra''s eyes widened in surprise. "Andrew?"


    Then it clicked. The Emerald Hotel was owned by the Potter family, so it wasn''t unusual for Andrew to be here, even at thiste hour.


    "It''s nothing, thank you," Andrew said politely.


    Debra noticed that his legs weren''t entirely paralyzed but seemed difficult to use. He managed to pull himself back into the wheelchair with a grimace of effort.


    He didn''t seem particrly surprised to see her, which made sense. Juan had booked the entire restaurant in the Emerald Hotel, and as the owner, Andrew would naturally be aware of the arrangements. Debra''s initial instinct was to flee, but she hesitated, caught in a moment of indecision. She decided to make small talk to buy herself some time. "Mr. Andrew Potter, where''s your assistant?"


    Andrew replied calmly, "He''s handling something for me."


    Debra nodded, "Should I..."


    Her eyes darted towards the exit before settling back on Andrew. She felt a pang of concern as she noted theck of elevators and the multitude of stairs. The hotel''syout wasn''t particrly friendly for someone with mobility issues.


    "Should I take you upstairs?" she offered, her voice tentative.


    "Thank you, Ms. Frazier," Andrew said, as if he had anticipated her offer.


    Debra felt a twinge of regret for her impulsive politeness but proceeded to wheel Andrew forward. Andrew was dressed in a simple white shirt and gold-rimmed sses, his deep-set eyes and aquiline nose lending him an air of refined elegance, with a hint of something more sinister lurking beneath the surface.


    "Mr. Andrew Potter, which room are you in?"


    "712."


    "712?"


    "Why? Are you familiar with the room?"


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    It happened to be her birthday.


    "This is where I often work. Sometimes, for business reasons, I stay here to avoid trouble," Andrew exined.


    "I see."


    Debra was puzzled. That had nothing to do with her, yet it almost sounded like he was intentionally telling


    her.


    She quickly dismissed the thought, believing she had read too much into it.


    They reached the seventh floor, and Debra wheeled Andrew into room 712. As soon as they entered, a faint, pleasant fragrance filled the air. The room''s decor was simple yet elegant, with every piece of furniture exuding an aura of top-notch quality. "This decor is quite different from the rest of the hotel.


    "Well, it''s my ce, so of course it''s different."


    Debra nodded, her eyes widening as she took in the room''s luxurious appointments.


    The Emerald Hotel was thergest business hotel in Seamar City, renowned for its exquisite furnishings. This room was even more impressive than the hotel''srgest presidential suite.


    "Mr. Andrew Potter, where did your assistant go?" Debra asked.


    "There was some trouble downstairs. He went to handle it and should be back soon," Andrew exined, his gaze steady and unreadable. "Ms. Frazier, please sit down and have some tea." "I don''t like tea."


    "There''s coffee too."


    Debra considered making a run for it but remembered Andrew mentioning trouble downstairs, It was likely rted to Shelia.