The man led her upstairs.
Inside the elevator, Bria Alvarez looked at the cold figure of the man in front of her, her hand tightening on her bag unconsciously.
For some reason, her heart suddenly accelerated, as if she was about to face a fierce deluge.
The elevator doors opened directly to the top floor Presidential Suite. The first thing that caught Bria's eye were the four tall, dark-suited bodyguards who looked brave and majestic, not to be trifled with.
The bodyguards were well-trained, their gaze steady, guarding the owner of the room like door gods.
When her gaze landed on the badge on one of the men's arms, her pupils suddenly shrank.
Bria had been all over the place in recent years, and the insignia of the bodyguard was something she seemed to have seen somewhere...
The man gently knocked on the door of the room: "I've brought the person."
"Come in." A deep, magnetic male voice echoed from inside the room.
Bria took a deep breath and stepped inside.
