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Ning, Tim, and Jasmine arrived at the hotel where they had stayed before and found the concierge.

"Sir Ning. We indeed do have a letter for you," the woman at the front desk said as she grabbed a letter from a pile that sat beneath her desk.

She handed it over to Ning, who took it and looked at it. 

Ning wanted to open it instantly, but the envelope caught his attention, making him stop. His eyes narrowed as he looked at it.

Jasmine looked over his shoulders, reading the name. "Jacob Trowfeel. Is that the inventor's manager?" she asked curiously. She read the address too, and it was another hotel in the city, about half an hour's walk away.

"What's wrong, sir Ning? Is something up with the letter?" Tim asked. "Is it the name?"

Jasmine looked at Ning's face and saw him staring at the letter as though something incredible had caught his eye.