Carola swallowed saliva with difficulty, as if trying to calm her racing heartbeat. Wild possibilities lurked in her mind, creating an uncontrollable feeling of anxiety. What exactly was Antonio doing in this place? Her mind was full of assumptions mixed with suspicion.
She turned to the hotel driver who sat tensely behind the wheel. In a slightly stern tone, Carola said, “Wait here. Don't go anywhere until I get back.”
The driver nodded quickly, not daring to resist. “Yes, Miss. I'll wait.”
Carola opened the car door shakily, then stepped out carefully. The night air grew colder as she approached the building. In front of the main door, the doorman in a black suit stood tall, his gaze sharp yet respectful. As Carola approached, the man bowed slightly.
“Welcome, Miss,” he greeted polit
