Liam arrived at the hotel. He followed the track Cleo had sent him, and he ended up in front of a trendy hotel.
He walked up to the receptionist desk. "Hi sir, how may I help you?" The receptionist, a young lady, asked with a smile.
"I'm here for my wife," he growled at the receptionist.
The receptionist eyebrows furrowed, and she hesitated before responding. "I'm afraid I don't have any information about a guest by that name, sir."
Liam's face darkened. "Don't play games with me. I know she's here."
The receptionist's expression remained neutral. "I apologize sir, but I'm not going to disclose any information about our guest."
Liam stood there, and for a second, he wondered why he was so concerned about Eleanor. Not that she was important to him.
Just then, his phone rang. He snatched it up, his heart sinking as he saw Selene's name on the screen.