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.

where did 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

voice sounded above her.

Rosalie lifted her

in

ground. "Why are you sitting here? Did someone bully you? Tell me who it

trying to find the person who had wronged

Suppressing her fury, she

concerned. "Who bullied you? Tell

a punch on his shoulder.

was about to ask what he had done, but then he put the

sorry. I just went out for a

while having coffee, Justin had noticed someone following him. He had chased the person for quite a distance and eventually

first, Justin had assumed

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