The person outside continued knocking.

Olivia frowned and walked over. "The door isn't locked. Who is it?"

Outside stood a hotel attendant, bowing respectfully.

"Miss Westwood, Mr. Hawthorne asked me to escort you somewhere."

Olivia's eyes flickered with surprise. Somewhere?

She turned back, glancing at the hotel room she had prepared.

Then, with a smirk, she said, "Lead the way."

This man was full of ...