Owen, of course, noticed it. He was about to leave when he picked up his coat.
Emma drew him back. "Where are you going?"
"I'm leaving for the hotel."
"Do you think she'd leave traces there?"
Owen shook her hand and stated, "There must be something remaining. Anyway, I don't want to stay and stare at your face."
"What do you mean, Owen?" Emma yelled.
It is obvious that we hit it off, but why couldn't he forget our quarrel and those rumors? He should stick by me. She thought.
Emma dialed a number after a brief pause, and a man answered, respectfully asking, "Emma, what's the matter?"
"Assist me in screening the people around Owen, particularly those who appeared at Glory Hotel that morning."
"But Owen..."
The man paused. After all, it meant he'd offend Owen.
"Simply follow my ins
