The Elite's Forbidden Romance

"Sis!" The young girl hurriedly put on a smiling face, "Look, we are just a small business, not easy to sustain, so please have mercy. You're not... you just want to see the guest from 609 yesterday, right? I... I'll look it up for you now, just wait a moment."

As she spoke, she went back to operate the computer, and Ning Xiaofei immediately tiptoed and leaned over the front desk to look at the computer screen.

After a moment, the shop assistant had pulled up yesterday's registration form.

"609, here it is!"

Ning Xiaofei immediately peered over, and saw a name, Zhou Tao, on the screen, followed by his ID card number.

She hurriedly took out a piece of paper and a pen to jot down the name and ID number.

Seeing that she had finished writing, the girl immediately spoke up ingratiatingly, "Sis, have you... deleted the photo now?"

Ning Xiaofei closed her small notebook, "And the surveillance footage, bring that up for me to have a look."

The young girl smiled, "Sis, that's really not possible!"

"Why not? Are you afraid I'll expose you?"

The girl turned pale, "No, Sis, it's not that I don't want to show you, it's just that here, we don't actually have any. These cameras, they're basically just for show!"

As it turned out, in order to save on costs, the hotel had installed surveillance cameras, but to cut costs, they had not equipped them with high-capacity storage devices, and there were no surveillance recordings, only live monitoring.

Left with no choice, Ning Xiaofei had to delete the photo and bid farewell to the girl before leaving the hotel.

Outside, the city lights were already shining. Lifting her gaze to the somewhat gloomy sky, Ning Xiaofei felt utterly weary.

In such a vast city, armed with only a name and an ID number, how easy could it be to find a stranger?

If she could get the surveillance footage, she might have been able to take a shot at finding the person by visiting nearby bars with an image of the individual in mind.

She truly had a journalist ID and could have made up an excuse to try her luck at the police station, but right now she was just a little intern at the TV station, and her work card was only useful for bluffing young front desk clerks who had just started their jobs.

Now, with just a name and an ID card number, finding someone unknown was almost impossible.

Entering the subway station, she was surrounded by a crowd of hurried people, yet Ning Xiaofei just felt desperately lonely—if she were to actually die from illness, this world probably wouldn't have a single person to cry for her.

Feeling depressed, she couldn't be bothered to go back—what kind of home was a large, empty, and gorgeous house completely devoid of any warmth?

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...

The towering Mu Corporation building stood like a sword piercing the earth amidst a forest of skyscrapers, still dominating like a crane among chickens.

As a landmark of A City, this building owned not just height, but it also represented a kind of power.

At this very moment, on the top floor of A City's tallest building, the owner of the tower, Mu Tianye, was frowning as he flipped through a report in his hands.

With each page he turned, his brows furrowed a bit more tightly.

Watching his expression grow ever darker, the project manager standing in front of the desk was already sweating profusely, not daring to wipe it off, merely waiting with bated breath.

When he reached the second to last page, Mu Tianye suddenly raised his hand and slammed the report onto the face of the standing new project manager.

"A 5% profit margin? I might as well have put my money in the bank!"

The manager bent down to pick up the report from the floor, "Mu Tianye, our profits are a bit low this time, but..."