Chapter 889

Olivia quickly ended the call and stepped out of the elevator. She hailed a taxi to take her back to the hotel where she had stayed earlier. * At the same time, Tyler was in a suite on the top floor of that very hotel, listening to his assistant's report. "We looked into it and found out that Claude checked in a woman here at the hotel, but we still don't know who she is. He checked her out yesterday, but we don't know where she's staying," the assistant explained. "You haven't found out who she is?" Tyler asked. "No, not yet. The hotel won't share guest information. They said it's confidential," the assistant replied. Tyler stared at the clouds from his seat on a dark green sofa, lost in thought. Suddenly, he was interrupted by the sound of a child fussing in the next room. He excused himself from the conversation and went to check on the noise. As he entered the room, his son, Lucian, jumped off the bed, ran to him, and clung to his legs, crying, "I want Aunt Phoebe, Daddy.