Augustine's posture stiffened instantly, the warmth in his gaze vanishing, replaced by deep concern.
"Take me there," he ordered, springing to his feet.
Gustave gave a curt nod and swiftly exited, with Augustine on his heels.
Anne arrived at the upscale hotel where the meeting was set to take place. She stepped into the elevator, riding it straight to the top floor. As the doors slid open, the sharp click of her heels echoed against the marble floor.
Moving with poise, she strode down the elegant lobby, her destination clear—the gleaming double glass doors leading to the restaurant.
She pushed them open and stepped inside, her gaze sweeping the room. The atmosphere exuded wealth and exclusivity, with guests who were unmistakably from affluent circles. However, she paid them little attention.
