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.

could you lie to me? You swore! You're a liar! You never keep your promises!" She

then, a familiar voice

voice, Rosalie lifted her head and

in

down and carried her off the ground. "Why are you sitting here? Did someone bully you? Tell me who

trying to

overwhelmed with a mix of emotions-surprise, relief, and anger. Suppressing her fury, she said,

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

her fists and landed a punch on his

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

sorry. I just went

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

assumed the man was

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