(Lysander’s POV)
"Were you able to deliver the steak to Almira?" I asked the hotel staff as soon as he entered the room just beside Almira’s suite.
He nodded reluctantly.
"Yes, sir. The steak was given to her room.,” he replied.
I smirked.
Almira must be asleep by now.
Without another word, I slide a check across the desk. "Here's 100,000 dollars. Thank you for your service," I said.
The staff man’s eyes widened in shock. He asked for 2,000 dollars, but the smallest amount I could give without hurting my ego is a hundred. "Thank you, sir," he said as he picked up the check.
I watched him disappear before turning toward the spare keycard hanging on a hook. "Time to check on her," I whispered to myself.
I pressed the keycard against the door. It clicked open instantly. The room was
