Chapter 68

The VIP area was vast; even multiple groups wouldn't clash. Initially, the staff were baffled by the commotion—two women were racing horses. They’d assumed it was friendly until an accident sent them scrambling for David.

"But we did nothing wrong!" one staff member protested. "Ms. Prescott jabbed the horse, and Ms. Sutton's a premium VIP!"

They'd initially mistaken Paisley and her nanny for regular members, their attire unremarkable. Only after Paisley revealed her name, room number, and membership card did they realize their error—she was the guest Nathaniel had specifically instructed them to cater to.

"Who let them in?!" David barked at the staff, oblivious to Dominick's darkening expression. Before Dominick could interject, a trembling staff member blurted, "But Mr. Wilson, she's a premium VIP!" David and Dominick both froze.

Grayson thought, Paisley? A premium member? Impossible!

Marissa cut in, "You must be mistaken." Alexis agreed. Harrowfell's elite knew each other, and none recognized Paisley.

The staff hastily clarified, "She's a guest of room..."

Marissa’s eyes widened. "3303? The presidential suite! Paisley?"

Dominick frowned, realizing he didn't know Paisley as well as he thought. Then, a smooth voice drawled, "Oh, everyone's here." Nathaniel arrived, his striking red hair and diamond earring catching the light. His smile vanished as he took in the scene.