Drying her tears and gearing up to reply, Raegan suddenly caught the sound of footsteps above. Her senses were on high alert. Her hearing had sharpened significantly since she became pregnant.

She recalled Matteo's assurance that the building had been cleared out. That was to say only her, Katie, Mitchel, and Lorenzo's crew remained. The distinct footsteps of what seemed like English brogues meant Lorenzo's men were likely approaching.

Raegan's heart pounding, she scanned her surroundings, then darted to the balcony and spotted the open window on the neighboring balcony.

The space between was just enough for an adult to squeeze through.

Recognizing the immediate danger, she quickly clambered across.

Midway, she remembered her luggage. Racing back, she frantically packed her belongings into her suitcase.

Grunting with effort, she dragged the heavy suitcase back to the balcony and pushed it across.

Fortunately, she didn't have many possessions, which made it easier to throw them, and the carpet on the balcony muffled any sounds.

Raegan crawled into the room across from hers just as the footsteps approached.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the air. The door to the room she had just exited was forcefully opened.

Raegan quickly hid her suitcase and looked around for a hiding spot.

But the open design of the hotel room offered few places to hide.

Next door, Lorenzo was checking the room, believing Katie might have tricked him. Entering an empty room, he paused at the sight of a creased bed sheet. In a seven-star hotel, such wrinkles suggested someone had been here recently, though it wasn't necessarily the proof of Raegan's existence.

After searching every nook and cranny, Lorenzo went out onto the balcony. He saw that the window of room 8019 was open, but the one on the neighboring balcony was shut.

With his suspicions growing, Lorenzo felt a surge of adrenaline. He whistled and moved from room 8@19 to 8020, breaking in with his usual assertiveness.

His footsteps, purposefully loud, echoed as if trampling on one's nerves.

"Hello..." Lorenzo whistled nonchalantly while he strolled, visibly content with himself. "Hey there, honey. No need to hide..."

“I've missed you, honey..."

Despite his soothing voice, an unsettling threat lingered.

The vast room stayed quiet.