On the day of Lonwell's birthday banquet.
In the waiting room, several dancers were waiting for their turn to come.
Most of them were happy to be invited for such a big event, and their faces were glowing bright, except for one of them.
Katarin was staring at the floor with a dingy, dead expression.
'He didn't come after all…'
Over the past few days, Kieran hadn't returned.
On the first day, she ignored, but on the second day, she started getting a little anxious, and on the third day, she couldn't stand it and went through his luggage.
There were many miscellaneous items in his luggage, but no important items such as money.
She shook her head and consoled herself, 'If it's an important item, he would carry it on himself. He will be back soon.'
But soon, she had no choice but to accept.
'My body was the target…'
Once in the past, one of her dancer colleagues was cheated on by a man who ran away, leaving her behind to cry her woes… A sad fate…
