Observing Scarlett Jackson's fluctuating complexion, Mr. Jenkins, who had lived for most of his life, vaguely guessed that something must have happened.
"What's wrong? The other party is not willing?"
Scarlett bit her lower lip and shook her head slightly: "The other party disappeared on me. They told me just fine that they would meet me at the competition venue, but suddenly I couldn't contact them."
Not only that, but she could not even get through their phone. Scarlett did not dare to tell Mr. Jenkins that she might have been blocked by the other party.
"Let's wait a bit longer then. The organizer of this competition told me before that there would be a representative from the 'W' organization participating in the competition. If we still can't get in touch, we'll go directly to their players."
Scarlett nodded, "We have no other choice."
