They ended up at some fancy hotel, surrounded by tight security and even police stationed near the entrance. Despite that, Jenna insisted they all stay together in the same suite.
Yohan paid for the presidential suite—two separate bedrooms, a spacious living room, and enough luxury to make it feel more like a private apartment than a hotel room.
Izumi quietly headed to one of the bedrooms to freshen up, leaving Yohan alone with Jenna in the exquisite living room.
Soft golden lights reflected off the polished furniture, and the city skyline stretched beyond the tall glass windows.
"Want a drink?" Jenna asked, already standing by the mini bar as she poured herself a glass.
"Yeah, thanks."
She handed him one, and he sat beside her on the couch.
They both took a sip, the strong sting of alcohol settling heavily on their tongues.
Jenna leaned back slightly, swirling the drink in her hand.
"Now," she said, her voice calmer but far more serious, "it's time to get down to it."
