Rosaline's POV: A whole day had passed, yet there was still no news of Timothy. I couldn't stand watching Yura wear herself out, so I persuaded her to go home and rest. I planned to find another way to track down Timothy. That afternoon, Hughie's flight arrived in Rivemon right on schedule. I spotted him in the crowd and waved excitedly. "Hughie!" He saw me as well and returned the wave. I quickly ran over and took his suitcase from his hand. Hughie smiled lightly. "What's the situation with Yura's boyfriend? Let's head to the hospital directly." At the mention of Timothy, I hesitated briefly before shaking my head. "He broke up with Yura and severed their destined mate bond. He ran away from the hospital yesterday, and we still haven't been able to find him. Hughie, maybe you should check into a hotel first and rest for a few days." Hughie frowned. "Alright then." Suddenly, I thought of Sal and decided to test the waters. "By the way, Hughie, I have a question for you." When he turned to look at me, I carefully chose my words. "I want to know who Ms. Sal is exactly. Why does everyone keep saying I resemble her? And were you two friends?" A shadow passed over Hughie's face at the mention of Sal's name. He remained silent for a long moment before responding with his own question. "How did you hear about her? Why are you asking?" I told him everything about my conversation with the old werewolf lady in the mountains. Hughie lifted his head slightly and said in a detached tone, "Just an old acquaintance from the past, nothing worth mentioning." Seeing that Hughie had no intention of sharing more, my curiosity only deepened. Who exactly was Sal? Why wouldn't Hughie talk about her? Still, this was his private matter, and since he didn't want to discuss it, I had no right to press further.Several more days passed, yet Timothy remained missing. Then, Yura disappeared, too. After searching for a long time, I finally tracked her down—she had gone to a bar. I immediately called her. "Yura, what are you doing at a bar? I've been calling you over and over! Why didn't you answer?" Yura sounded drunk, her words slurring together. "I'm drinking ... You don't need to worry about me ... " "I'm coming to get you." I hung up and headed straight for the bar we often visited together. The moment I stepped inside, I was hit by the chaotic and rowdy atmosphere—werewolves of all kinds were drinking, flirting, and indulging in the night's revelry. As I pushed my way through the crowd, my gaze swept the room, searching for Yura. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a familiar figure. Annie. She wore a shimmering, sequin-covered slip dress, leaning against a middle-aged werewolf with golden hair and blue eyes. A coy smile played on her lips as she held a wine glass, feeding him a sip. Their conversation, carried by the buzz of the bar, reached my sharp ears. "John, we have a deal, right? If I drink with you, you'll guarantee me the second female lead role in your next movie?" "Of course, of course." I recognized the man—John, a well-known investor from Fostrau who had financed several movies. His hand was already creeping up Annie's smooth, fair thigh, his eyes gleaming with lecherous intent. "As long as you keep me company, it's all yours." Annie forced a smile despite the clear disgust in her eyes. Then, as she turned her head, our gazes locked. In an instant, Annie's expression turned ice-cold and severe. "What are you looking at?" John noticed the change in her demeanor and followed her line of sight.The moment he saw me, his eyes lit up. "Well, well." He clicked his tongue in appreciation, running a thumb over his lips. His gaze darkened with excitement. "She's stunning. An absolute beauty." I felt nauseated and decided to ignore Annie. Right now, finding Yura is my top priority. But John wasn't about to let me go that easily. He quickly pushed through the crowd and stopped beside me, flashing what he probably thought was a charming smile. "Hello, beautiful lady. Are you here alone? How about joining me for a drink?" He gestured toward his private booth, his eyes unabashedly roaming over me. I responded coldly, "No, thanks. I'm here to find my friend." I turned to walk past him, but John grabbed my wrist and leaned in closer. Feigning politeness, he said, "No need to rush, my lovely lady. Just one drink with me, and I'll gladly help you look for your friend." Disgusted, I yanked my hand away. "This isn't Fostrau. Have some respect!" If I hadn't been searching for Yura, I would have already knocked this filthy werewolf to the ground. But John, oblivious to my identity, dared to pull me into his arms and lower his head to kiss me. Big mistake. I stomped hard on his foot, making him yelp in pain and let go. The moment he did, I delivered a sharp slap across his face. I had used a bit of my Alpha strength. John was sent flying, crashing onto the floor. He remained sprawled for several moments, unable to get up. I glared at him icily. "Sorry, but I have zero interest in perverts like you. If you don't want a second slap, I suggest you get out of my way." Leaving him groaning on the floor, I turned and walked away without a second glance.