As Ethan dashed out of the taxi, his eyes instantly narrowed. In the nearby parking lot, a white Porsche 911 was parked—it was Bella's car.
He thought, 'Have I arrived too late?' Without a moment's hesitation, Ethan, with a fury burning in his eyes, stormed into Amelia Hotel like a wild animal.
Upon rushing into the lobby, he spotted two familiar figures entering an elevator.
"Bella!" Ethan called out, drawing curious stares from all around the lobby, but the elevator doors had already shut.
He hurried to the front desk and demanded, "Which room did that man and woman just go to?"
The receptionist, startled by his intense demeanor, hesitated, ready to refuse to protect the privacy of their guests.
Bang!
Ethan slammed his fist on the front desk, his teeth clenched. "My girlfriend ha
