Chapter 159 Where Is She

• The grand chandelier above the lobby glittered, casting soft, golden light across the marble floors of the hotel. Adriano stood beneath it, his gaze fixed on his phone as he typed away furiously. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, and his dark hair had been gelled back.
• He glanced up from his phone and his gaze drifted to the elevator for the third time that evening, his brows bunching up in an impatient frown. He glanced at his wristwatch again; it had been over twenty minutes.
• Where the fuck was Serena?