On the monitor, the armed intruders had reached their corridor three men in tactical gear, weapons ready.
"How will you find out?" Isabella asked, her voice tight with tension.
"Security footage," Matteo replied, his hands never stopping their movement as another screen came to life. "Every inch of this hotel is recorded. If someone accessed the computer to get these codes, there'll be a record."
A flash of dark humor crossed his face. "Lest I forget," he added with a wink, "this hotel is mine. Largest shareholder."
Isabella blinked, stunned by the revelation. The little signs the way he'd scolded her for breaking that expensive vase, his knowledge of the hidden tunnels they all snapped into place. He really did own the place.
Just how rich is he? she thought, her pulse thundering as she watched him work fast, focused, and efficiently. Like he'd done this before.
"There," he said at last, his voice grim as he pointed at the screen. "Three hours ago."
