Chapter 93 Life

• Amanda stepped into the lavish hotel lobby, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor. The air was cool and perfumed with the scent of fresh lilies arranged in oversized vases. She adjusted the strap of her sleek black dress, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that left little to the imagination. Her heart raced as she spotted Vicktor leaning casually against the reception desk, his tailored suit perfectly framing his powerful build.
• His eyes locked onto hers the moment she entered, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. There was something dangerous about the way he looked at her—like a predator who had just found his prey. Amanda swallowed hard, the heat rising in her cheeks as she walked toward him.
• "You’re late," he said, his deep voice laced with amusement.