The receptionist dialed Justin's room using the front desk phone, but no one picked up.

"I'm sorry, miss. The guest is not answering. He may not be in his room."

Rosalie panicked. "Justin, where are you?"

"Check the surveillance footage," Rosalie immediately told the receptionist. "Please, pull up the footage. I need to see where he went."

"I'm sorry, miss. We can't provide access to our hotel's surveillance footage to unauthorized persons. If you can't reach your friend, you should call the police. If law enforcement requests the footage, we will provide it to them."

Rosalie hesitated. Her first instinct was indeed to call the police, but she was worried as Justin's identity was complicated.

She stumbled out of the hotel entrance, took out her phone, and called him again and again.

By the sixth call, Rosalie collapsed to the ground, crying uncontrollably.

to wait for me? How could you lie to me? You swore! You're a liar!

then, a familiar voice sounded

the voice, Rosalie lifted

in

her off the ground. "Why are you sitting here? Did someone bully

trying to find the

of emotions-surprise, relief, and anger. Suppressing her fury, she said, "Yes,

concerned. "Who bullied you? Tell me. I'll make

clenched her fists and landed a punch on his

he put the pieces together. Rosalie

just

had noticed someone following him. He had chased the person for quite a distance and eventually caught them. The man had

had assumed the man was a

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