Chapter 115

Layla stepped out of her car and strode into the hotel lobby, her heels clicking on the marble floor. The receptionist's eyes lit up with recognition, and she handed Layla a card with a knowing smile. 

"He's waiting for you." Layla's expression remained stoic, her eyes flashing with a hint of irritation. She nodded curtly and made her way to the elevator, her mind racing with the impending confrontation.

As the doors slid open, a masked man beckoned her in, his voice low and husky.

 "My love." Layla's eyes narrowed, her voice laced with annoyance.

 "Please, why did you text me? I told you I'd be the one to reach out if I needed you."

The man chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, come on. I missed you."

Layla's expression remained unyielding, her tone firm. 

"Things are not going as planned." The man's smile faltered, his eyes clouding with concern. 

"Then just leave the palace and come to me. I told you I c