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 go? Didn't you promise to wait for me? How could you lie to me? You swore! You're a liar! You never keep your promises!" She was sobbing so hard she could hardly breathe. Passersby stared

familiar voice

voice, Rosalie lifted her head and saw

gasped in

immediately bent down and carried her off the ground. "Why are you sitting here? Did someone bully

around, trying to find the

overwhelmed with a mix of emotions-surprise, relief, and anger. Suppressing

bullied you? Tell me. I'll

her fists and landed a punch on

was stunned. He was about to ask what he had done, but then he put the pieces

I just

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

Justin had assumed the man was

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