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He removed anything that could be used against him before it could be used. Harper was a variable. And I had told her just enough that Adrian would believe she knew more. "Faster," I said quietly. Kade was already going faster. Harper's building was a pre-war on West 84th. Eight stories. A doorman named Clarence, who had worked the desk for twenty years and knew every resident and most of their business. We were half a block away when I saw Adrian's car. The black Mercedes. Parked directly in front of the entrance on the yellow curb with the particular arrogance of a man who did not concern himself with parking regulations. His driver was behind the wheel, engine running.

Harley sat on the plush bed in her hotel room, staring out of the window as the city bustled below. She preferred staying in the hotel rather than her mansion, which always seemed empty and too big for just one person. At least in the hotel, she had some company and the staff were always friendly.As she sipped on her champagne, her phone rang. It was Vivian, her trusted friend and business partner. "Hey, Viv," Harley answered. "Hey, girl. How's the hotel treating you?" Vivian asked.

If Stefani left me… I would die. “Summer! Summer!” Harvey called out to me several times, but I was too lost in my thoughts to notice. “I’ve located them already, and they’re still in the city. They’ve checked into a five-star hotel nearby. I’ve reserved a room for you, so all you have to do is go there. I’ll send you the address.” “Thank you, Harvey. I owe you this one.”

"But tonight, you two are staying out of the rain. Xavier, there’s an old wool blanket in the linen press upstairs that belonged to Raymond's father. It’s rough, and it smells like cedar, but it’s thick enough to keep the New York winter out of your bones. Scarlett... you’re helping me prep the kitchen for tomorrow. If your father is stepping out of that annex at nine o'clock, he’s going to want a real breakfast before we hit the highway." ​The Millennium Hilton. Manhattan. Wednesday. 9:45 PM. ​The return to the city was a quiet, rain-slicked progression through the neon glare of the Long Island City bypass. By the time the unmarked federal vehicle pulled up to the side entrance of the Hilto

“Why are you here alone? Where is Raymond?” “He just stepped out,” she smiled. “It’s good to see you, Harvey. Are you going back soon?” she inquired, acting warmly as she suddenly felt at ease. “Hmm, I think I’ll be here for a couple more days. There’s an exhibition I need to attend, and a few corporate meetings before heading back. I didn’t know your honeymoon location was Paris. How are you finding the city? Isn’t it wonderful? Have you been to the Eiffel Tower at night? It’s the best time to experience Paris, trust me.”

Sebastian said, smiling as he patted Gavin on the shoulder. "Let's go now, then," Rosalie said reluctantly, frowning. The three of them got into Rosalie's limousine and went off to a luxurious business hotel in Steinberg. Once he got out of the car, Sebastian looked up. Harmony Hotel wasn't the best hotel in Steinberg, but it was at least upper-middle class. It had restaurants and entertainment facilities, and there were also bars on the ninth and tenth floors. It was a fairly well-run entertainment place in Steinberg.

“Unsafe. Falling apart.” “Exactly,” Margaret said. “No one would think to look there.” Kelvin felt a cold chill run through him. He grabbed his phone again and dialed his head of security. “Marcus. I need you to listen carefully. The old Hart property in Manhattan. The one that was condemned after the fire.” “Yes, sir.” “Send someone there immediately. Do not approach her. Just confirm if Isabella is there.” They waited. The minutes felt endless. When the phone finally rang, Kelvin answered before the first ring ended.

His expression was a volatile mix of high-stakes corporate anxiety and suppressed victory. "Eve. Wilde," Marcus said, stopping at the edge of the briefing table. He didn't waste time with greetings; he tapped his tablet screen, bringing up a high-resolution press release bearing the black-and-gold insignia of *The Manhattan Grand*—New York's premier luxury high-rise hotel. Eve’s dark eyes narrowed slightly. "Marcus. The travel manifests were finalized on Tuesday."

He waved one hand, telling me to go away, while the other hand reached out for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I let out a deep sigh and did as he asked. Thanks to the beauty of the internet, I found out that 848 Washington St was a hotel called The Standard Hotel. “Nice name,” I commented as I tapped the navigation panel on the GPS to show me the fastest route to get there. I got there in an hour. New York had more hectic traffic than Washington. As if on cue, my phone buzzed. One text from Mario and one from Autumn. It took me two seconds to decide which to open.

Posters of the Moonlight Ball hung on the glass panes and lamp posts, as the small boutiques started opening early. I watched as Harvey stared distantly, mind elsewhere, pancake laid untouched on his plate. He’d been a little too quiet after the conversation we had in the apartment, and I wondered if he, somehow, regretted what he said. “Harvey,” I called, and he turned his attention to me. He looked like he was about to drift to sleep. “Look at all those dresses.” I pointed at the boutique across the street, where two long gowns, worn by two mannequins, stood behind a glass pane.