He feared this stranger might attempt to whisk a drunken Bettie away.

With a nonchalant glance, Lance said, "Room 0307."

Turning his head, Bradley gazed at Bettie behind him. “How about I guide you to Sabrina?"

" Bettie eagerly agreed, nodding with enthusiasm.

“Let's go."

Grasping Bradley's arm, Bettie followed him trustingly.

Clearly, between the two men, her allegiance tilted towards Bradley.

Lance trailed behind them, his eyes beneath the lenses tinged with annoyance as he followed in silence.

Lance opened the door to their private room, holding the door for Bradley with a sidelong glance.

Upon entering, Bradley's eyes quickly located Sabrina.

Spotting Bradley and Bettie together, Sabrina quickly approached them, asking, "Bradley?"

“Sabrina!" Bettie exclaimed. Her eyes lit up, she gleefully hugged Sabrina.

“How did you two end up together?" Sabrina asked, wrapping an arm around Bettie for support.

Pushing his earlier standoff with Lance to the back of his mind, Bradley responded with a warm smile, "I was dining here when she mistakenly wandered into my room."

“Thank you," Sabrina expressed, playfully pinching Bettie's waist. "I did say I'd go with you, but you didn't want to."

Bettie, seemingly in her own world, leaned into Sabrina with a soft moan.

Murmurs spread through the room as someone recognized Bradley.

Bradley chuckled. “I have company waiting, so I'll head out. We should catch up over a meal soon."

“Sure, you can go on," Sabrina replied.

As Bradley turned to leave, he caught a glimpse of Lance at the doorway. Pausing, he leaned in and whispered a warning to Sabrina.