As per Juanita's request, she was told to go to Manager Foster in the lobby to pick up the venue supplies.

Joyce walked in. It was not the dining time, and inside the lobby were only a few people. From afar she could hear the voice of a woman talking. That woman was wearing a white work shirt and red work skirt, looking a bit like the lobby manager.

As Joyce approached, she glanced at the nameplate on the woman's chest, which read: Manager Foster.

Sure enough, it was the person she was looking for.

Manager Foster was talking to an old man, wearing a black suit, with his back towards Joyce. Although his hair had been completely white, the posture was extraordinarily upright. His back was straight, his shoulder was wide and rounded, and his waist was thick and strong. She knew he had a military background when she just saw him. "Mister, I'm sorry, I really can't do what you're asking. I have explained to you many times that I really haven't found the girl you are talking about.” Manager Foster helplessly explained repeatedly. The old man had come many times, and each time he asked the same question, looking for a girl he had met by chance in the hallway.

"You look again carefully and take a look at all the surveillance of the day. I'm sure I'm not mistaken; she is about this tall.” The old man gestured with his hand, "Very thin, very pretty, with dark and bright eyes, with a spirited look between her eyebrows."

surveillance in the corridor. From the corridor down the hall, I have checked the surveillance several times. Today, I have checked it again. There is really not the girl you are talking about.” Manager Foster patiently explained. This old man did not look ordinary, and she simply did not dare to cross any customer who could afford to come to Riveria Haze. In deed he was old, but maybe he had some unusual background. She didn't dare to offend him. However, she had tried her best but

Haze is a club, and we are not really experts in looking for people.” Manager Foster said kindly, when she happened to see Joyce, and

first, I'm not

her hand politely and gestured to Manager Foster to take

to get something. Do you want me to call a cab for you or notify your family to pick

No need, I'll go back on

times, and he was convinced that he must have seen Mia that day. There was absolutely

destined to

wrinkles, his eyebrows deeply furrowed, and he looked even older than when

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