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    She lifted one hand and gently ced a finger over her lips to hush the woman.


    Her gaze darted upward, following the path Malcolm had taken moments before, ensuring no attention had been attracted before letting out a quiet sigh of relief.


    What a close call. She had almost been exposed by this waitress.


    “Please lower your voice,” Tina murmured smoothly, keeping her expression pleasant and unthreatening.


    “Actually, Sadie sent me to reserve a private room forter. I was hoping to secure Suite 88. It’s quite popr for the stunning skyline view. Is it unimed?”


    The waitress hesitated, clearly thrown off, before responding with a slight shake of her head and a troubled smile. “Oh, I hate to tell you this, Ms. Delgado, but that suite was just spoken for. Would you be open to checking out other premium rooms? A few alsoe with remarkable scenery.”


    Tina’s brow creased as she feigned frustration. “Is that so?” she muttered, drawing out the words as though they tasted bitter. “But Sadie insisted on that specific room. She mentioned it multiple times—said she had dinner there with friends before and loved it. Is there any chance I could speak with whoever imed it? Maybe they’d be willing to trade?”


    Her words rang with sincerity, and her pleading expression added weight to her request.


    The waitress, aware of Sadie’s elite status at Nirvana and not wanting to risk offense, grew uneasy.


    Tina’s attitude didn’t feel pushy, just genuinely concerned.


    After a brief moment of internal debate, the waitress leaned forward and whispered, “Please don’t mention this came from me… but I believe someone from Howe Group made the booking. I heard it’s for one of their executives.”


    Tina’s eyes widened.


    Alex?


    Could this entire farce involving Malcolm and the shareholders be orchestrated by him?


    But… why?


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    Wasn’t he supposed to care about Sadie?


    Her thoughts raced as she recalled a vague memory—seeing Malcolm sneaking around here before.


    Was that also a covert rendezvous with Alex?


    Her stomach dropped.


    “Ms. Delgado, are you okay?” the waitress asked, her voice filled with concern at Tina’s pale features.


    Snapping out of her spiraling thoughts, Tina forced a tight smile. “I’m fine, thank you. You can go ahead—I’ll figure something out.”


    Though puzzled, the waitress didn’t probe further and politely took her leave.


    Tina gently pressed her teeth into her lower lip, collecting herself before proceeding silently toward Room 88.


    Her pulse quickened with each step.


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