Byron immediately turned his gaze toward Hazelyn, his eyes sharp and slightly threatening. Hazelyn seemed to sense the pressure emanating from her father's gaze, twitching the corner of her mouth reluctantly.

She forced a smile at me, saying, "Oh no, don't take it to heart."

Gabriel quickly intervened, "Mrs. Chloe, do you like Gerby?"

"It's hard to say I like it. I had a classmate here before, so I had some impressions of Gerby earlier," I replied casually.

Byron immediately followed up, "Oh? You had a classmate here? What do they do?"

"We haven't been in touch for many years. I don't even know if they're still here or not," I said with an air of indifference.

Byron softly exclaimed, "What's their name? I can help you check."

"Oh? Do you have connections in the police station? That could really help me out. I've been searching for a long time with no luck," I deliberately inquired.

Byron smiled. "Certainly, they must be a local in Gerby, doing business perhaps? You need a cert