"Sir,"
The assistant cast a wary glance around before leaning in, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Our people just reported that several more doctors were escorted into the hotel through the back entrance."
His eyes narrowed slightly as he murmured,
"Do we keep waiting, or...?"
Yoland swirled the long-cold tea in his cup, his narrowed gaze sharpening with each passing second.
"Has everyone our guest upstairs requested arrived yet?"
The assistant nodded.
"They got here just an hour ago."
"This was President Luther's explicit order," Yoland set down the teacup, his eyes darkening with unreadable intent.
"No matter what, we should inform President Luther of this first."
Rising from his seat, he strode toward the elevators.
Meanwhile, inside the room...
Sinclair's dark, narrow eyes remained fixed on the surveillance screen, his gaze filled with an intensity of love that seemed almost tangible as he watched the slender figure moving across the display.
