NovelXXX"And where are you now?" "You really don't need to csee me.
I'll go back soon.
What's going on?" she replied.
Holding his phone, Winston responded calmly, "Sguys from Lyons showed up here last night.
They were looking for you, said you had a meeting with him in his room.
" "Meeting? I didn't set up any meeting.
Don't be anxious about it.
Why don't you joinat the casino this afternoon?” Hannah suggested, unfazed. "Alright then.
" Once Hannah ended the call, Bryson stepped closer, gripping her wrist gently.
In a soft tone, he inquired, "Who's this guy?" Hannah turned to face him and asked lightly, "What's your guess?" Bryson's hold on her fingers tightened, but he stayed silent.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHannah's smile lingered as she uttered, "Don't worry.
I've made a promise to someone.
I'll return to Newfort to see him after this is sorted out.
For now, I'm borrowing his man.
"Will he harm you?" Bryson asked, his voice low.
"No, he won't," Hannah reassured.
"I haven't met his boss yet, so I'm safe.
Bryson pressed his lips together, studying her for a moment before releasing her arm and heading to the bathroom.
As he walked away, Hannah called out, "I'll head back first.
Get srest.
Bryson paused at the bathroom door, glancing back at her retreating figure, a tinge of sadness in his gaze. Hannah made her way back to her room.
Upon opening the door, she found Remington resting in the living room with his men.
Seeing Hannah, Remington's lips curved into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Miss Moore, it's good to see you again.
I regret missing you last night.
Winston stood across the room, his expression cold and unreadable.
Hannah made her way to the sofa and took a seat.
She flashed a smile at Remington, saying, "Mr.
Lyons, remember last night? I mentioned I was confused about what you were getting at. Sorry, I just didn't get it.
Remington's eyes sparkled as he gazed at Hannah.
"No worries.
I just wanted you to know, I really like you.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm" Hannah laughed lightly and replied, "Mr.
Lyons, con, you're joking, right? You're high-class, always aroundn beautifulpeople. Me? I'm just an average girl, no wealth, no stunning looks.
I can't even think about aiming that high.
"
Remington's smile softened, and he uttered in a warm, deep voice, "Miss Moore, you're underestimating your worth. To me, no one here outshines your beauty.
What's more, you've got this special vibe that just drawsin.
Hannah looked down, hiding the sarcasm in her eyes.
"Mr.
Lyons, you flatter me.
Then, Remington pulled out a ring from his pocket and offered ifto • pocket and Hannah. "Your hand is lovely.
This ring would look stunning on it.
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