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Chapter 109: A Hot Guy

ผู้เขียน: Ij Gabriel
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-08-08 03:32:27
POV: Amelia

I stayed in the steam room longer than I meant to. Maybe I’d earned it. Maybe I just didn’t want to go back out into the world where people knew my face and whispered my name like a scandal on repeat.

By the time I stepped outside the spa, the light had shifted to that sharp gold that only lasts fifteen minutes before disappearing into night. I wrapped my robe tighter, walking across the polished path toward the hotel’s private driveway, expecting to see the car waiting.

It wasn’t.

I paused at the curb. Looked left. Then right.

Nothing.

No familiar driver leaning on the hood, no black car idling with the engine low. Just the usual lineup of luxury vehicles and staff too busy to notice me standing there in nothing but wet hair, a hotel robe, and a pair of borrowed slides.

I pulled my phone from my pocket, frowning. Two missed calls from Jess, one from a Dubai number I didn’t recognize. No messages from the driver.

And that’s when I heard the first click.

A camera.

Then anoth
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