Chleo went straight headed to the place according to her brother's instructions. Fortunately, Maximillian did not teleport out of town or abroad. At least, Chleo didn't have to take a plane or a train which would take hours.
Chleo looked at the hotel in front of her in amazement.
Why is this man staying at this hotel when he owns a mansion in New York City?
Chleo didn't think much of the answer and headed straight for the receptionist.
"Good afternoon. Is there a person named Maximillian staying here?"
"My apology, but we can't tell you due to the privacy rights for our customers."
"I understand. Thank you."
The receptionist smiled back, and Chleo walked away to call her brother.
The only one she could rely on in her current state was her brother.
"What do you want me to do?!" hollered Diego, unable to believe what he had just heard.
"Diego, you have ears. You've heard me."
