Salvo stared at his palm for a long moment before his expression inexplicably darkened. "The woman I just met, check who she is," he clenched his palm.
"Which woman, sir?" his subordinate asked, puzzled.
Salvo's brow furrowed with irritation. "The one who asked for a picture with me."
The subordinate recalled the female fan who had approached Salvo earlier. "Yes, sir. But… it might not be easy. The hotel staff may not be willing to cooperate with us," he admitted, looking troubled.
Salvo dismissed the concern with a cold edge in his voice. "Figure it out!"
As the elevator doors opened, he stepped outside and walked away without another glance. The subordinate had no choice; his face tightened into a mask of helplessness and unease as the doors slid shut.
Salvo made his way to Alinna's room, only to find it already bustling with hotel staff and reporters waiting for their chance to interview her.
