Chapter 482


    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 nced at the namete 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 ck suit, with his back towards Joyce. Although


    his hair had beenpletely 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 exined to you many times that I really


    haven''t found the girl you are talking about." Manager Foster helplessly exined repeatedly. The old


    man hade 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 surveince 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."


    "Mister, there is really no surveince in the corridor. From the corridor down the hall, I have checked


    the surveince several times. Today, I have checked it again. There is really not the girl you are talking


    about."


    Manager Foster patiently exined. This old man did not look ordinary, and she simply did not dare to


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    cross any customer who could afford toe 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 still, she


    couldn''t find the person the old man was looking for.


    "I would suggest that you go to the police station to look for her. Maybe they have a solution. Riveria


    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 asked, "Are you the one that Juanita said woulde and get her


    things?"


    "Right. It''s okay, you work first, I''m not in a hurry."


    Joyce waved her hand politely and gestured to Manager Foster to take care of his own business first.


    "Mister, what about this? I have another job and someone is waiting for me to get something. Do you


    want me to call a cab for you or notify your family to pick you up?" Manager Foster politely declined.


    "All right. No need, I''ll go back on my own."


    The old man sighed. He was Rodney Heath. He had been to Riveria Haze several times, and he was


    convinced that he must have seen Mia that day. There was absolutely no mistake. However, the staff


    here had helped him look for her several times, but he could not find her.


    Today was destined to be another disappointing day.


    Rodney looked dejected, his face full of wrinkles, his eyebrows deeply furrowed, and he looked even


    older than when he just came.


    He turned around despondently.


    The moment when he turned around, Joyce happened to be looking up.


    He looked straight ahead. After the long search, at this moment the girl from that day suddenly


    appeared in front of his eyes. At first he thought he was mistaken, or was having an illusion already, he


    wiped his eyes and found that the girl in front of him was still there and not an illusion.


    The sunny face,bined with those spirited long eyebrows, made the perfectbination of her cold


    pride and mildness.


    It''s her, it''s her.


    Rodney shouted out excitedly, "Mia!