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 me? You swore! You're a liar! You never

familiar voice sounded above

the voice, Rosalie lifted her head

gasped in

are you sitting here? Did someone

he glanced around, trying to find the person who had wronged

relief, and anger. Suppressing her fury, she said,

you? Tell me. I'll make them

landed a punch on his shoulder. "It was

he had done, but then he put the pieces together. Rosalie

sorry. I just

had chased the person for quite a distance and eventually caught them. The man had broken down

Justin had assumed the man

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