"Is everyone alright in there?" Nolan's voice was hoarse with concern.
The two staff members who had been standing guard exchanged a frightened glance. "A guy just claimed to be the boyfriend of the guest staying here, so we let him in. We don't really know if the person inside is someone you're familiar with!"
Nolan's heart skipped a beat. "Open the door, now!"
"Oh? Right, sure!"
One of the staff, carrying a master key card for the entire hotel, swung the door open.
In that moment, Nolan had a sudden thought. He motioned for the other employees to step back, ensuring that no one would witness the scene inside. Only then did he enter.
His heart was in his throat as he stepped inside, but it dropped at the sight before him. A skinny man lay on the floor, clutching his stomach.
And there was Regina, gripping a shard of broken glass, blood streaming from her palm. Thankfully, Nolan had arrived in time.
He rushed over, draping a cotton blanket around Regina's shoulders and carefully taking hold of her wrist.
Regina, groggy and disoriented, flinched at the touch. She struggled weakly, tears slipping helplessly from the corners of her eyes.
"It's me, Nolan. Don't be afraid. You're safe now."
The familiarity of his voice calmed her, and her grip loosened as she recognized him, someone she could trust.
Nolan looked at the injured Regina with a heart full of pain, dreading to think what might have happened if he had arrived even a moment later.
After a moment's thought, he decided to send the staff away—the fewer people who knew about today's events, the better.
"Get two people to take this guy to the hospital, and make sure he doesn't just walk away," he instructed the only staff member he allowed inside, who was intently staring at the floor, not daring to look up even once.
He was acutely aware of why he had been allowed in—alone. It meant something. If he wanted to keep his job, he'd better keep today's events to himself.
Nolan was pleased with his discretion. Once the staff had left, he gently picked up Regina.
Just as he was about to carry her down in the executive elevator, the door burst open, and a flurry of people rushed in.
"Francis, don't be mad. I only heard from others, and Regina... she's not that kind of girl."
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