Hearing the echo of additional footsteps, Camila stopped and peered down along the railing. Reporters were ascending the stairs. If they continued downward, they would inevitably encounter the reporters.

Swiftly thinking on her feet, Camila led Aldrin to the staircase and found a room to hide in.

She pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

The call connected promptly.

"Isaac." She relayed the urgency. “I'm at the Global Towers Hotel.

The place is swarming with reporters. Try to disperse them and come get me."

"Alright."

Isaac refrained from questioning.

Immediately after the call ended, he dashed off.

When he arrived, he saw the reporters downstairs and the police who had already come.

He frowned.

He suspected something was amiss.

He retrieved his phone and rang Camila. “I'm here. Where are you exactly? I'm coming to get you."

“Around the 20th floor. I'm afraid to go out due to the reporters."

“Alright, I got it. I'm coming up."

Isaac terminated the call and exited the car.

Thanks to the upcoming wedding, Isaac had established a rapport with the hotel staff, making it effortless to slip through the back entrance, evade the reporters, and ascend to Camila's location.

He located her on the nineteenth floor.

Accompanied by the staff, they managed to exit the building and hop into the car.

As the car drove away, Isaac inquired, "What happened?"