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.

You're a liar! You never keep

voice sounded above

lifted

in shock.

are you sitting here? Did someone bully you?

around, trying to find the person who had

overwhelmed with a mix of emotions-surprise, relief, and anger. Suppressing her fury, she said, "Yes, someone bullied me

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

and landed a

was about to ask what he had done, but then he put the pieces together. Rosalie had been sitting outside the hotel and crying —it was

sorry. I just went out

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

first, Justin had assumed the man

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