In no time, Seth Quinn was standing at the door of the private room at The Tuberose. The moment he saw the familiar figure inside, his heart, which had been caught in his throat, finally settled.
'All that matters is that I found her!'
Fortunately, he had spoken to the manager here a few days ago. He'd arranged for Clara Grant to have free access to their regular private room, even if she came alone.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have known where to look for her.
In the private room, aside from Clara Grant slumped haphazardly on the sofa, there was a waiter in the corner—likely the one who had just called him.
When the waiter heard the door open and turned to see Seth Quinn, he let out a huge sigh of relief. Miss Grant was a one-drink lightweight, yet she had been pestering him for more. Naturally, he hadn't dared to get her another drink, but he also couldn't risk offending her. She was President Quinn's girlfriend, after all!
