Chapter 101

"Ms. Lloyd, we're in trouble. The private dining room is empty, and the staff said the party left two hours ago."

"Who organized this meet-up?" Sylvia asked in a panic.

"It was... Mrs. Simpson, Bridget Simpson's mother. She said it was to introduce a big client as a way of making amends to you."

"Making amends to me without me there? How does that even make sense!" Sylvia barely registered the throbbing pain in her foot, standing up immediately. "Go find the manager now. Ask them to secure the CCTV footage. And do we still have a good connection with the chauffeur from the Garcia family?"

"Yes, we do."

"Please have him drive me over."

"No problem, Ms. Lloyd."

After hanging up, Sylvia wrapped herself in her coat, limping quickly out to the manor's driveway.

The chauffeur was already waiting. As soon as she got into the car, they sped off towards the restaurant.

Orson, who was just leaving the Garcia Manor, saw Sylvia's figure getting into the car and quickly called Rupert.

Rupert was in the middle of changing, his shirt unbuttoned as he answered the call.

"What's up?"

"Ms. Lloyd just rushed off in a car."

"I'm on my way."

...

At the restaurant.

the manager. The manager glanced at her briefly before adopting a

sorry, but our restaurant policy prohibits us from sharing surveillance

was implying. She was too insignificant

I'll call the police and notify the Garcia family. You better pray there's nothing off in the footage. Otherwise, your days as a manager are numbered." The manager's lips tightened as he clenched

turned to

the manager called out, "Follow

reluctantly pointed

but the camera outside that particular room is broken. We haven't

and indifference reflected in his eyes. Clearly, he knew about the malfunctioning camera all

mouse. "No

understand you're anxious to find someone, but our guests are very private individuals. Our restaurant has promised not to disclose their comings and goings. You're

the mouse into his

this tug-of-war, Sylvia pressed down her anger and asked politely, "Just one last question then." "Go

did Mrs. Simpson

"Around nine."

Sylvia fixed him with a

mistake, it was

"Certain?"

"Absolutely," the manager nodded.

didn't press further and left the

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