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    “Melvin Swain. Room 2309,” Kristian replied tly.


    Gerard’s confusion deepened. Melvin?


    “I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t have any guest under that name staying in that room. If you can call your friend and confirm it, we’ll unlock the elevator right away,” the receptionist said again.


    Kristian, dressed in a sharp, tailored suit, exuded an intimidating air.


    It hit him—the room must’ve been booked under someone else’s name. And the hotel’s policies weren’t going to bend for anyone, not even him. “Keep trying to get a hold of Melvin. I’ve got a call to make,” Kristian said curtly, turning away and pulling out his phone as he stepped aside.


    “Alright,” Gerard agreed, stillpletely baffled.


    Kristian rubbed the bridge of his nose, pulled out his phone, and dialed another number.


    The call picked up instantly. “Kristian! Do you have something against me?” Damon’s voice was thick with irritation.


    Patti had just picked up his video call, only for it to be interrupted by Kristian’s.


    “Call your staff at the hotel yourpany owns and tell them to unlock the elevator to the 23rd floor,” Kristian snapped, not in the mood to exin.


    Damon was caught off guard.


    “What hotel?”


    Kristian gave him the address.


    Though clearly annoyed, Damon still made the call. He knew Kristian wouldn’t ask unless it was something serious.


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    Three minutester, the receptionist received the updated instructions. Meanwhile, up on the 23rd floor, Melvin and Freya were standing in the hallway after receiving Gerard’s message.


    Freya was pretending to be unconscious, a little trick to fool the security cameras and anyone else watching.


    Melvin frowned and whispered, “Gerard and Kristian are looking for us. What should we do?”


    “Ignore them,” Freya said softly.


    From her experience, she figured Kristian was just throwing a fit over her having dinner with Melvin. Frankly, she didn’t see why that should matter to her.


    Seeing her unbothered attitude, Melvin let his worries go too.


    He figured he’d just return Gerard’s call once they were done. But just as he started guiding Freya toward Room 2309, the elevator dinged behind them.


    Melvin stayed cool on the outside, though something tightened in his chest.


    Freya leaned into him, still pretending to be out cold. If anyone spotted them like this, it could look really bad—and mess up everything they’d nned.


    He kept walking, steady and calm, but had barely taken a few steps when a voice rang out behind them.


    “Melvin?!” It was Gerard—his tone full of surprise as he rushed over. “It really is you.”


    Melvin froze.


    Freya stiffened too, caughtpletely off guard.


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