Swiftly averting her gaze, she feigned sleep, clenching her eyes shut to shake off the lingering awkwardness. She questioned herself about why she felt compelled to cover him.
Noticing Hannah’s tense form, a silent chuckle brightened Bryson’s eyes.
As they touched down in the early morning, Grace was visibly weary.
Hannah assisted her, taking her suitcase and offering a comforting hug.
“Bryson. I’m tired,” Grace mumbled sleepily, nestling into Hannah.
“We’ll be at the hotel soon,” Bryson assured her.
Walking next to him, Melina chimed in, “I’ve been considering switching hotels as well, so we can keep an eye on each other.”
She gestured, signaling a young assistant to come forward.
“Cancel our prior hotel reservation. We’ll all stay together. It should be more convenient that way.”
Leaving the airport, they found two Rolls-Royces ready to whisk them away to the hotel.
Melina, having booked her room later, found it was on a separate floor. She headed downstairs, accompanied by an assistant.
Concerned for Grace’s safety, Hannah asked Bryson to rearrange the accommodations, opting for a suite on the same level.
Bryson cautioned her before departing, “Muvrand gets pretty hectic when the sun sets. Stick close to Grace, and call me if anything goes wrong.”
“Sure,” Hannah responded.
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“Grace will be safe with me. Don’t worry.”
After a draining day, both women were wiped out. Following a quick freshening up, they collapsed into bed, succumbing to sleep after a brief chat.
Come morning, Bryson was tied up in meetings and couldn’t join them.
However, he ensured they were guarded by four bodyguards for any excursions.
Drawing back the curtains, Hannah admired the view, feeling a sense of contentment.
“Muvrand doesn’t appear to be chaotic Muvrand didn’t boast towering skyscrapers like Valmere. Instead, it had the charm of an old, scenic town and also featured waterways.
Half of the city was accessible by boat, which added a tranquil allure.
“Hannah, despite the picturesque surroundings, Muvrand isn’t as peaceful as it seems,” Grace informed her, propped up on her elbows in bed.
“I’ve been here a few times with my brother. He told me the crime rate is unusually high due to the city’s geographic perks and abundant resources.”
Intrigued, Hannah Lightly drummed her fingers on the window glass, looking back at Grace.