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Chapter_159
As soon as Yvette stepped out of the taxi, she drew attention from all directions. Heads turned, eyes followed her every move. It wasn’t just her extraordinary beauty or the cool, aloof aura she carried. It was the fact that she, dressed in a simple tracksuit and canvas shoes, didn’t quite match the typical crowd at the Regal Hotel.
The Regal Hotel was known for hosting the wealthiest and most influential figures in Mysonna. Guests usually arrived in luxury cars, adorned in high-end designer outfits, exuding wealth and power from every angle. Yet here was Yvette, carrying nothing but a simple black backpack, stepping out of a taxi—an unexpected sight.
A woman, unable to hide her disbelief, whispered to her companion, “Oh my god, am I seeing this right? She’s dressed like this! Is she really staying here?”
The gentleman beside her squinted at Yvette, his expression a mix of disdain and curiosity. “You’re right,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension, “Look at her—she’s heading straight for the entrance. Ridiculous. How could someone like that even think she belongs here?”
The woman, not willing to let the situation slide, muttered, “I’m going to file a complaint. This is just… unacceptable.”
Meanwhile, Yvette was barely aware of the judgmental stares. She didn’t need to. Her steps were purposeful and steady as she made her way toward the hotel entrance, ignoring the murmurs and glances. There was no room in her mind for anything other than the mission ahead.
But as she approached the entrance, the two security guards stationed by the door fixed their eyes on her with an intensity that suggested they were ready to stop her. Their gaze was sharp, as if they could already tell she didn’t quite belong in their world.
“Excuse me, miss,” one of the guards said gruffly, stepping into her path. “You can’t just walk in here like that. This is a five-star hotel, and we have standards. Do you have a reservation?”
Yvette’s gaze remained steady, unwavering. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she took a moment to assess the guard before speaking in a low, controlled tone. “I’m here to see Emmett. He’s expecting me.”
There was a brief pause as the guard processed her words. He looked her up and down, seemingly surprised by her confidence and her casual attire. A flicker of doubt passed through his eyes. The power dynamics here weren’t what he was used to.
The guard, clearly unsure of how to proceed, glanced over at his colleague, then back at Yvette. After a few moments of hesitation, he mumbled, “Please wait here.”
Without waiting for a response, the guard turned around and walked off, likely to verify her claim. Yvette didn’t move a muscle. She simply stood still, her expression calm, her mind focused entirely on the task ahead. The whispers behind her persisted, but she paid them no mind.
A minute or two passed, then the guard returned. His expression had changed, his posture more subdued now. His earlier arrogance was gone, replaced by a somewhat apologetic demeanor.
“Ms. Zeller,” he said, his voice now more respectful, even deferential. “I apologize for the confusion. Your reservation is confirmed. Right this way, please.”
Yvette didn’t react to his apology. She gave a single nod, a small acknowledgment of his words, and then without another glance at the security guard, she walked past him.
Her steps were precise, deliberate, as if she were walking into an unfamiliar battlefield. The whispers continued behind her, but she no longer heard them. Her focus had already shifted completely to the mission she had come here for. She was no longer the woman in the tracksuit; she was someone on a mission that required her full attention.
The grandeur of the Regal Hotel, with its marble floors, glittering chandeliers, and the faint scent of luxury in the air, didn’t faze her. The expensive suits, the designer shoes, and the high-end perfumes of the guests didn’t matter to her in the slightest. In fact, they seemed almost out of place in her world. But that was the beauty of it—she didn’t need their world. She had her own.
As Yvette moved deeper into the hotel, her mind sharpened, and her eyes became steely. She was here for one reason, and one reason only—to find Emmett and get the information she needed about Jeremiah. Nothing else mattered.
She didn’t care about the whispers, the stares, or the judgments. She would walk through this world as if it was just another step toward her goal. And nothing, not even the luxury surrounding her, would deter her from completing what she had set out to do.
