The hotel's owner and boss lady, along with all the hotel guests, were called out of their rooms, standing at the entrance, trembling and at a loss.
Several people dressed as police officers quickly ran out, sweating profusely as they reported, "Lord, all the people are here. Do you see the person you're looking for?"
Baron Lawrence scanned the bewildered crowd, his eyebrows furrowed so tightly they could almost kill a fly!
Damn it, no Gigi!
"Who is the owner here?" A few indifferent words carried a thick impatience.
A middle-aged man standing at the front shuddered, not knowing what he had done wrong, murmuring apprehensively in his heart, he stepped forward tremblingly, "I, I am."
"Has anyone with a child stayed here? About one year old. A girl, who looks... very pretty."
He wanted to say she looked like Enna Clark, but then he realized that these people had no idea what Enna Clark looked like. The words at the tip of his tongue changed to 'very pretty'!
