"Who brought the key to the kitchen? I'm sure no one will get in if the door is locked properly." Cathy looked straight at the head chef. She just wanted answers and not accused randomly.
The head chef did not feel offended as he knew that Cathy was not accusing him.
"Yesterday, it was me who locked the kitchen as I'm the one who holds the main key. I'm sure I locked it well. I don't know how an intruder got in."
"Was the kitchen door broken when you opened it this morning?"
"No."
"That means either the culprit stole your key or he has the same key."
"That's impossible. Helena has the spare key."
Helena? Cathy looked at the screen one more time. The recorded video paused just as someone put something in the cupboard.
Judging from the shape of her body, it seemed that the culprit was a girl.
"Don't you think this person is a girl?"
The other two men nodded in agreement.
"Chef, you know Helena very well. Is there a chance this person is Helena?"
"No. Helena wouldn't do it. And again... Helena's not that tall."
Judging from the size of the person's head, which was almost over half of the storage cabinet, the chef's alibi made sense.
Cathy had met Helena several times, and the woman was no taller than her. It was about fifty-eight inches or a little less. She didn't remember.
Cathy looked at the screen with a grim expression. If this person isn't Helena, then who did it?
Not to mention the party that sabotaged the band that she hired, and the accident experienced by the singer they invited. Was it an accident, or was someone planning it?
Otherwise... these were all too coincidental, and she believed nothing is coincident in this world.
If so... does that mean someone is trying to thwart this event and bring down Star Risen?
Who? Why?
Hhhh... Uncle Ben, what should I do? Asked Cathy helplessly in her mind.
The band problem has been solved. Cathy needed to figure out how to resolve the singer and the dinner banquet for tomorrow night's event. She had only a little time left.
She tried to contact her best friend, who is also a singer, but to no avail. She knew her friend had a tight schedule as she was famous jazz singer, but she hoped the girl could help her. For a moment, she hit a dead end.
Meanwhile, the head chef and CCTV guard officers looked at her nervously. The two of them had never seen the eerie expression of a young girl who had been showing nothing but friendly to them all.
The two of them both swallowed when they saw the young girl sighed.
Even Cathy herself noticed the odd stares of the two men who were much older than her and fixed her expression. She smiled gently at them as he spoke.
"Sorry, I think I'm going to trouble you. I will find a way out of everything. Mr. Dan, please make sure each camera continuously monitored all areas without exception. If there is something suspicious, immediately act decisively. Chef, I will try to find ingredients for tomorrow's meal. I can't promise whether the quality is the same or not, but I want you to think of a simple but elegant menu using existing ingredients. Please leave the rest to me."
The two men looked at each other, not understanding what the young girl could do to solve these three problems. The problems they faced were enormous. First was the musicians. An mp3 recording could still replace it, although it's a little less good, it could boost the atmosphere. The second was a singer. Well, the theater singer would undoubtedly raise the image of Star Risen. But it still wouldn't matter if nobody sings.
The third problem was the most fatal. If ingredients were not available, the chefs would not be able to cook. If there is no food, the guests will not eat and feel hungry until the program's end.
Not only that. Guests staying at their hotel will not be able to enjoy breakfast or order food for their lunch.
Although they were curious about Cathy's plan to solve their three problems, they obeyed what the young girl said and trusted her completely.
After all, their CEO had given this girl a tough job in charge of this new hotel's big event. They couldn't help but follow Catherine's instructions.
"We understand."
Cathy left to try to get back to her best friend. Luckily she doesn't need to get back in touch as her friend sent her a message.
'I have a meeting with my boss now. I know why you call me. When is it?'
Cathy replied immediately. 'Tomorrow night.'
'!!?? I haven't bought a plane ticket yet. '
'You forgot? I already bought you the ticket. '
'Hehehe. My bad. What are the songs? '
Cathy copied a number and sent it to her best friend.
'Try calling them and discussing what songs you will perform.'
'Okay. See you there. '
Done! The performance problem is over. Now Cathy only had one problem left.
Ugh... she didn't think of any back-up plans on this one at all.
In the evening, Vincent sat in the garden, reading the email on his smartphone. The email contains the information he wanted.
Catherine West, born on August 30, 1994, was orphaned at the age of ten. Since then, Catherine and her three younger siblings have been cared for by their father's family and live in one of the elite housing estates.
Seeing this data, an eyebrow raised. Does that mean that girl isn't poor at all? He thought to himself.
Vincent continued reading it, wanting to know the identity of the girl's family.
But, there is nothing he could find. There is no information whatsoever about Cathy's family. Even the name used for the house they were using was not the name he was familiar with. Daniel West... Who is Daniel West?
According to the biographical data he read, the family who became Catherine's guardians rarely cared for them, causing Catherine to care for her younger siblings alone by herself.
Vincent remembered the incident this afternoon where the twins kissed Catherine's cheek. It was clear that the four of them loved each other, and no one could break their sisterhood.
What a warm family. He thought.
Now his views on Cathy are gradually turning in a new light.
Vincent rose to his feet while his phone stood up and saw Frank's name on his cellphone screen.
"Aw... you miss me already? I'll be home in three days."
"Be careful. Clarissa is there." ignoring Vincent's jokes, Frank said it in a grave tone.
Vincent's forehead frowned in displeasure when he heard this report.