Half an hour before the competition started, the seats in both the competition and spectator areas were nearly full. Over a hundred people were engaged in lively conversation, and the atmosphere was relaxed.
However, the mood outside was tense and anxious. Allen and Walt were walking briskly from different directions, both sweating profusely.
Allen asked Walt, “Any news?”
Walt shook his head. “I’ve already had security confirm it—Jolene’s car hasn’t even entered the garage, and Alice’s phone is still off.”
“Keep trying to contact them. I’ll take over Jolene’s tasks and also contact Mr. Miller to make sure he arrives as soon as possible.” Allen pushed open the door and entered the venue.
In the front row of the competition area, Sarah sat in the center, with a number card and her phone
