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.

approached the manager. The manager glanced at her briefly before adopting a tone filled

but our restaurant policy prohibits us from sharing surveillance footage.

was too insignificant for

family. You better pray there's nothing off in the footage. Otherwise, your days

however, turned to

called out,

pointed at a small, dark

show you, but the camera outside that particular

Sylvia could see arrogance and indifference reflected in his eyes. Clearly, he knew

moment's thought, Sylvia leaned in to move the mouse. "No worries, I'll just check the entrance and

manager immediately grabbed the mouse, explaining, "Ms. Lloyd, I 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 putting me in a difficult position. The staff mentioned Edwin and Naomi have already left. Perhaps they went somewhere else for

the

she couldn't win this tug-of-war, Sylvia pressed down her anger and asked

Mrs. Simpson

"Around nine."

fixed him with a steady

mistake, it

"Certain?"

"Absolutely," the manager nodded.

further and left the

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