"Let's go!" they decided, and immediately took off towards Zone A, running as if the devil himself was on their heels.

Halfway there, they bumped into a group led by Slater.

Slater, noticing their rush, figured they were caught up in some urgent matter. Old grudges combined with new ones made him block their way on purpose. "What's the hurry, folks? Where are you off to in such a rush? Do share," he said with a smirk.

Mamie, catching the mischief in his tone, knew he was up to no good. Under normal circumstances, she would have retorted with a witty comeback, but her mind was solely focused on Roseanne's safety at the moment, leaving no room for unnecessary confrontations.

However, remembering Slater's knack for charming his way through and his constant chitchat with the team coach during the ride, she wondered if he might have the coach's contact info.noveldrama

"Slater, do you happen to have the coach's phone number? Or maybe his WhatsApp? It's really urgent," she pleaded.

Slater raised an eyebrow, his mind ticking. "Oh, you're in luck. I just might have it!"

Mamie's eyes lit up with hope. "Could you please share it with me?"

"Sure thing, just give me a sec," Slater said, pulling out his phone and starting to scroll through it.

Mamie almost believed he had turned over a new leaf... until time ticked by, and Slater found nothing.

"My bad, looks like I don't have it after all," he said, barely concealing a grin, his eyes dancing with amusement.

"You're doing this on purpose-Why? Is messing with us really that fun for you?" she snapped.

Shrugging, Slater retorted, "Quite fun, don't you think?"

Mamie, unable to contain her frustration, blurted out, "Has anyone ever told you how utterly pathetic you are, especially with that sneaky look of yours?"

"Say that again, I dare you!" Slater challenged.

"I just did-Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic! Pathetically pathetic!" Mamie shot back.

Slater, unfazed, revealed, "Just so

you know, not only do I have the coach's contact, but I also know where he is right now. But gues's what? I'm not telling you. What are you gonna do about it?"

Scales' tone turned icy, "Roseanne is missing. We need to find the coach to contact the park authorities and start a search as soon as possible I'm not telling you this to amuse you, but to inform you of the urgency. Of course, you can choose not to help, but remember, if something happens to her, your actions right

now are equivalent to turning a blind eye."

"Is that a threat?" Slater scoffed. "Don't try to scare me! What could possibly happen to Roseanne?"

"Let's just go," Hertha urged, unable to stand any more of Slater's nonsense.

As for Roseanne's disappearance...

What did she care?

Alive or dead, it made no difference to her.

Grace, however, showed a hint of concern, "Looks like a storm's brewing. If she's really lost in the park, it could be dangerous."

Mamie, desperate, turned to her with hopeful eyes, "Then, do you know where the coach is? Or his contact info? Please, we really need it!"

Grace looked genuinely apologetic,

"Sorry, I just got back from Zone C

myself Didn't see the coach

anywhere, and I don't have his

contact either. I wish I could help."

Arkle was genuinely worried, "How could she just disappear? When? Where? I'll... I'll go talk to the park staff directly!"