Without a moment's hesitation, Hutton, too, stepped into the moving box.

Valeria, feeling his presence, retreated to the farthest corner she could reach, her eyes trailing his stoic figure.

Maintaining a frosty indifference, Hutton echoed her distance.

Reaching the third floor, they exited in silent tandem.

Hutton, unfamiliar with such an environment, scanned his surroundings for the elusive private room.

As he stood lost, Valeria breezed past him, increasing her pace.

Aware of the persistent shadow trailing her, she removed her sunglasses and whirled around.

“Why tail me? I'm warning you, don't test my patience again!" she retorted.

Hutton smirked at her outburst.

"You think too highly of yourself, harridan. Must everyone be smitten by you?"

“You dare call me a harridan! Are you blind? Get your eyes checked,”

Valeria seethed.

“Perhaps you're the one in need of a doctor, for your delusions of grandeur!" Hutton retorted, striding past her

Fury had Valeria seeing red. She inhaled deeply, her nails digging into her palm, trying to rein in her violent instincts as she strode on in her heels.

Their paths intersected again at the door of a private room.

Giving Hutton a fierce glare, Valeria challenged, “Did you mistake this room for yours?"

Hutton checked the room number on his phone.

"No, I believe I'm in the right place."

He hadn't made a mistake?

A sudden realization dawned on Valeria.

“Are you the kid Rosalynn said she was bringing?"

Kid?