Someone did this deliberately

In the security room of the Suegra Hotel, Henry and his men stood frozen, eyes glued to the now-empty CCTV screens. The night’s footage had vanished without a trace, every angle, every corridor, every critical second erased.

A tension thick enough to cut hung in the air, each man feeling the weight of what this could mean. Ivan’s security was above all else, his movements carefully monitored, guarded—but now, someone had managed to delete the only evidence of last night’s events.

“What the hell happened here?” Henry muttered, his jaw clenched as he looked over the footage logs. It didn’t make sense; the system was supposed to be impenetrable. But someone had wiped it clean. The timeline for each camera was gone, as if no one had been there at all.

One of his men cleared his throat, clearly rattled. “Sir, someone did this deliberately. There’s no way the system failed on its own. And if they knew enough to delete the footage, they knew Ivan was in that room.”

Henry’s eyes narrowed, his gaze shifting between the men. “And they knew about her.” He said the word with a hint of disbelief, as if the mysterious woman who had been in Ivan’s room was some ghost, slipping through the cracks of their iron-clad security. “She wasn’t just a stranger. Whoever she is, she managed to get inside undetected, and now the only proof is gone. If we don’t find her…”

Ivan Anderson's steely gaze met theirs, his cigarette smoldering between his fingers.

"You know I don't do one-night stand things," Ivan began, his tone grave. "Someone spiked my drink yesterday."

Ivan, lost in the confusion of his own feelings and the surreal events, admitted, "I don't know what happened to me. When I saw her sitting on the bed, waiting for me... I just got carried away."

Henry, ever the voice of logic in the face of Ivan's turmoil, frowned. "Mr. Anderson, who will wait for you?" His words, meant to clarify, only added to the confusion.

In response, Henry approached Ivan, his demeanor serious as he showed the reservation details on his tablet. "Look here, Mr. Anderson. Two rooms were booked under the Suegra family name." The information, stark against the screen, was irrefutable.

Ivan, his anger giving way to shock, scanned the reservation details, his body tensing as the reality of the situation began to dawn on him. "My family? What the hell are you saying?" The words barely left his lips, a whisper of disbelief.

Henry, steady and unflinching, revealed the connections that Ivan struggled to grasp. "One room was booked by your nephew Armin Rodríguez for his new wed wife and him." The mention of Armin, a familiar yet distant relation, in such a context was baffling to Ivan.

"Armin got married? What the hell are you saying?" Ivan's shock deepened, each revelation more bewildering than the last.

Henry continued, the pieces of the puzzle slowly coming together. "But the strange thing is, another room was booked by his father, your cousin Gabriel Rodríguez." The names of his family members, entangled in the unexpected events, left Ivan frozen in shock, the realization of the night's complexities finally settling in. 

Henry and the bodyguards exchanged alarmed glances, their expressions mirroring the gravity of the situation. They knew all too well the dangers that lurked in the shadows, threatening to undermine Ivan's safety at every turn.

"Mr. Anderson, we have to act very quickly to resolve this issue. You know you have endless enemies in this world," Henry replied, his voice tinged with concern. "Your safety is our highest priority."

Ivan clenched his jaw in frustration, the bitter taste of betrayal lingering on his tongue. "Then how the hell did someone spike my drink under your watch, you idiot?" he demanded, his voice rising with anger.

Henry shook his head, his brow furrowed with worry. "Mr. Anderson, this is your hotel," he explained. "And you know that only restricted Nobel family members can enter here. You have to tell us whom did you meet last night."

One of the guards spoke up, his voice low and tense. “Sir, with Mr. Anderson involved, this isn’t just a breach—it’s a threat to the family. Gabriel and Lilian won’t ignore this.”

Henry’s gaze darkened, a fierce resolve setting in. He knew the stakes; they all did. If Gabriel or Lilian Rodriguez discovered that a strange woman had gotten past their defenses and slipped into Ivan’s bed, it would unleash a storm no one could escape. Every Suegra member would be under suspicion, and heads would roll until answers were found.

“Then we find her,” Henry said, his voice cutting through the silence. “Whoever deleted this footage will be found, and the woman they’re protecting—she’ll pay for what she’s done.”