After hanging up the phone, he took the mobile phone with Annie Taylor's photos, withdrew a wad of money from a nearby bank, and started asking around at the nearest hotel.
In the face of money's temptation, the people being asked tended to be more serious.
But unfortunately, even so, Ronald Loman still couldn't get the news he desired.
A brief ten minutes passed, and Ronald Loman had already run to no fewer than twenty hotels. It was only after reaching the twenty-first that the waiter in the great hall finally frowned and said, "It seems like there was a girl similar to the photos who checked in not long ago, but she seemed to be in a bad mood at that time."
Upon hearing this, Ronald Loman's originally bloodshot eyes became sharp: "Which room is she in?"
Although the waiter really wanted that thick wad of banknotes, she still had to say, "I'm sorry, sir, we are not allowed to disclose our customer's information privately..."
