Members of West End were already negotiating with the hotel's security staff at the entrance. However, the hotel's security guards were clearly unfazed by West End's reputation and blocked the entrance without hesitation.

Dylan's face darkened, and he stepped forward, ready to force their way in.

Andrew quickly stopped him, saying, "Don't make a scene!"

Dylan argued, "Mr. Lloyd, if we don't get in now, Finley might be slipping away soon!"

Andrew shook his head. "Relax, the effects of cantharides last at least half a day."

Natasha chimed in, "This hotel belongs to the Rhodes family, and West End has a decent relationship with them. Let me try."

She approached the entrance with a cold expression. "Move aside. I'm Natasha Vostokoff from West End."

The guards exchanged uneasy glances, clearly intimidated by her commanding presence.

One of them finally mustered the courage to say, "Madam Vostokoff, the hotel has been reserved for the night. Mr. Rhodes has ordered that no on