You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

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 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, | really can't do what you're asking. | have explained to you many times that | really haven't found the girl you

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are talking about." Manager Foster helplessly explained repeatedly. The old man had cmany times, and each the asked

the squestion, 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."

"Mister, there is really no surveillance in the corridor. From the corridor down the hall, | have checked the surveillance several

times. Today, | 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 cto Riveria Haze. In deed he was old, but maybe he had sunusual 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 would cand 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? | have another job and someone is waiting forto get something. Do you wantto 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.

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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, combined with those spirited long eyebrows, made the perfect combination of her cold pride and mildness.

It's her, it's her.

Rodney shouted out excitedly, "Mia!