Chapter 77

Mrs. Harlow’s gasp still lingered in the air, her eyes wide as she turned fully to her daughter. She pressed her hand against Amelia’s shoulder, voice trembling.

“What has he come to do?” she asked urgently. “How did you know?”

Amelia swallowed, pointing to the laptop with a shaky hand.

“Look. Right there.”

Mrs. Harlow leaned down, squinting at the footage. The timestamp read today. The cameras had caught Adrian walking with a certain sharpness in his steps, his suit crisp, his expression unreadable. He wasn’t wandering or lost, he was deliberate. His eyes scanned the surroundings, pausing at the reception desk, then glancing around the lounge like a man on a mission.

“I knew the moment I saw him,” Amelia said, her voice low but firm, her fingers tightening on the edge of the table. “The way he walked in, the way he looked around… He wasn’t there by chance. He came with a reason.”

Mrs. Harlow straightened slowly, alarm etched deeper on her face.