“Is there a problem here, ladies and gentlemen?”

Mr. Han stepped into the light of the terrace lanterns.

His navy suit was immaculate, his silver hair combed back perfectly.

Two security guards in dark uniforms stood a few paces behind him, their posture rigid.

“Mr. Han,” Vivian said, her tone instantly shifting to one of haughty authority.

“I am glad you are here.”

“We have a serious security issue at your resort.”

Mr. Han bowed his head slightly to Vivian.

“Please, Mrs. Mercer, tell me what has occurred.”

“This woman,” Claire interrupted, pointing at me again, “has stolen my Piaget watch.”

“It was on the table right next to my glass, and the moment she walked by, it disappeared.”

Mr. Han turned his gaze to me.

There was no recognition in his eyes, only the cool professionalism of a seasoned hotel manager.

“Is this true, ma’am?” Mr. Han asked me.

“No,” I said. “I was simply walking past their table to enjoy the ocean view.”

Daniel stepped between us, looking anxious.

“Mr. Han, I am Daniel Mercer,” he said, offering a tight, nervous smile.