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    He finished getting dressed in a hurry. “No, that’s alright. Brenna already checked on her, and she’s gone to bed. Why don’t you visit her in the morning for breakfast? I have to handle this situation tonight.”


    Without another word, Ernst drove to the office, where he immediately called in the PR team for an emergency meeting.


    Brenna stayed alert, monitoring Giselle’s well-being. Luckily, Giselle fell asleep quickly.


    Roughly an hourter, Brenna checked her phone again and noticed that the trending topic hadpletely vanished. Any rted news had disappeared from the inte as well. Only then did she finally let herself rest.


    Meanwhile, at the Empire Hotel, Keira and Sandra were sleeping soundly. Outside their suite, Darrell was pressing two security guards for answers. “You’re absolutely sure you took both of their phones?”


    The guards answered without hesitation, “We checked all their pockets and bags. There’s no other phone on them.”


    A tight re settled on Darrell’s face as he said, “The photos of their wounds are already posted online, so they clearly have a phone with them. Get one of the women on staff to go inside and search them properly.”


    “This is it!” Darrell barked, his voice echoing down the hall. He turned furiously on the two guards. “Look at the news! Those photos didn’t post themselves. They had phones, didn’t they? And you let it happen right under your noses. Do you realize the trouble you’ve dragged the boss into?”


    As the scolding rang out, movement at the elevator drew their attention. A crowd stepped out, each person armed with equipment—cameras slung around their necks, camcorders raised, every lens aimed directly at them. The group, young men and women in their twenties and thirties, surged forward with bold intent.


    “Let them go right now!”


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    “We’ve already notified the police; you’ll be hearing from them soon!”


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    Darrell’s face darkened. He cut a murderous re at the guards and hissed, “Hold them back. Don’t let a single one through. I’m calling Mr. Harper now.”


    Before the group could close the distance, Darrell slipped into the room across the hall and hurriedly ced a call to Ernst.


    In moments, the reporters descended on the guards like a wave, cameras firing in rapid session, the sharp clicks filling the corridor without pause. Some of the cameras carried the insignia of major social media outlets, while others bore no mark at all. The two guards, however—one ex–military police and the other a former special forces soldier—showed no sign of being rattled by the scene.


    One of the guards roared, “What do you think you’re doing here? No photography is allowed here!”


    Almost immediately, the reporters closed in, shes bursting around them in rapid session. Some even thrust their lenses closer, zooming directly onto the guards’ faces.


    “Are Keira and Sandra locked inside that room?” a young male reporter at the front asked sharply, his tone cutting through the noise.


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