ADRIANNA’S POV

“I might look old and tired,” she pressed on, trying so hard to make them believe her. “But my eyes haven’t failed me yet. I know what I saw. I know it’s them…” She jutted her chin forward to add weight to her words, staring at them fiercely as she waited for them to say something.

The bodyguards glanced at each other as if silently weighing her words, contemplating whether to believe her or not.

“Which room did they check into?” One of them asked.

“Room 3,” she answered quickly with gladness in her tone, sliding something her hand covered on the desk towards them.

Lifting her hand...