Cautiously, she ventured closer, peering around the stairwell's corner to discern a figure.

With an emphatic stomp, the light was illuminated.

Before Sierra stood a young woman, her countenance pallid, her eyes tinged with red, a manifestation of the gloom veiling her disposition.

"You gave me quite a start," Sierra exhaled with relief.

The woman retorted, "I believe you were peering in my direction."

“How Long have you been here?" Sierra inquired with haste.

“Approximately half an hour," the woman replied.

Sierra hurriedly asked, “Did you happen to witness a man passing by?

He's tall and rather handsome."

The woman shook her head, her expression vacant.

"No, I've seen no one traverse these stairs since I arrived. Ascending over 3@ floors on foot is not a common occurrence Sierra's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Are you absolutely certain?"

"Without a doubt."

If Tyrone hadn't descended via the stairs, where could he have vanished to?

Sierra hastened back to Tyrone's room and systematically inspected each wardrobe, a surge of apprehension coursing through her.

She thought Tyrone might be clandestinely concealed within the room.

However, the closets yielded no trace of him.

If Tyrone hadn't utilized the stairwell, he must be lurking somewhere within the hotel, clandestinely descending via the elevator after she had entered his room.

That being the case, his escape might have been secured, provided Blayze's men failed to locate him promptly.

Or perhaps he found refuge within a room on a specific floor.