Chapter 249 Finding Someone

The designer, who went by the name Rosalind, was shrouded in mystery. The phone number listed on her competition profile was unreachable, and the address didn't exist. Tracking Rosalind down quickly was proving to be an impossible task. After hanging up the phone, Eric asked casually, "Need my help?" I looked up and met his bright, eager gaze and hesitated for a moment. Eric chuckled as if he thought I was doubting his abilities. "What's this? You don't trust me? My connections aren't just for show, you know." His confidence was so infectious that I couldn't help but laugh. Nodding, I shared everything I knew about Rosalind with him. I could only hope he found something soon. Knowing Elsa, if she won an award in the competition, she'd use it to pressure our parents into letting her join the company. … Eric took me to a small hospital on the city's outskirts two days later. Calling it a "hospital" was generous. It was more like an oversized clinic that was cramped and cluttered