Let’s start all over again,shall we?

Chapter 283 The Search

Maggie had lost consciousness. The man swiftly hoisted her over his shoulder and made his way toward a secluded restroom in the corner.

With a ceiling panel already removed, the man stepped onto the toilet seat and passed Maggie up into waiting hands–every move was swift and practiced, as if rehearsed a hundred times over.

Meanwhile, Nathael stool in the dimly lit corridor, awaiting her return. Time seemed to drag on, and after checking his watch, he noted it had been ten minutes.

Lighting a cigarette, Nathael continued to wait, growing increasingly restless.

As five more minutes passed without any sign of Maggie, a crease formed between Nathael’s brows. He tried calling her.

The phone rang for a moment with no answer.

A sense of unease gnawed at him, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Realizing that Maggie had been gone for too long and that the restroom showed no signs of activity, Nathael’s demeanor shifted.

He extinguished his cigarette and stormed into the restroom, calling out for Maggie.

“Maggie?”

To his dismay, the restroom was empty. Nathael’s expression turned grim as he forcefully pushed open several partially closed doors, finding no trace of her.

His eyes instructed, “Lock down the entire venue! Scrutinize everyone coming in and out!”

turned ice–co, 2nd a dangerous shade filled his eyes. He immediately called Nolan and

Recognizing the gravity of the situation, Nolan swiftly mobilized their team.

Since the university’s piano competition being a high–profile event and other programs happening nearby, scaling off the area amidst the dense and chaotic crowd posed a significant challenge.

“Bring the military in and frame it as a routine security check.”

the call, he directed Nolan to conduct a thorough

vanish into thin air

exits of the conference hall; extend the search area from the venue, with

“Understood, Mr. Harris.”

the vanity below, a conch pearl earring lay

earring. His index finger gently traced the pearl’s surface. His expression turned even more grim,

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for her today.

tightly in his palm that the sharp post pierced his skin, drawing

“Mr. Harris.” He stepped aside

sent someone to climb up the ceilling to check where it led. Undoubtedly, someone had taken Maggie from

took the call, he relayed to Nathael, “This passage leads directly to a restroom in a conference room upstairs. There are traces of someone tampering with a window, and there are

night. His face was covered with a layer of frost, a hidden bloodlust flickering dark and deep within his eyes. His icy and suppressed aura was so

even if you have to turn

“Yes, Mr. Harris.”

had been unconscious, but when she awoke, she found herself lying on a soft, expansive bed, unbound

mixed–race man–was someone she’d never seen

me this

clues, a number of potential suspects flitted through

been no recent discord between them significant enough to warrant a kidnapping, nor did she have the resources to hire

If Sierra had planned this, she would have shown some sign of triumphant anticipation. But there was none–only solid confidence in her competition

Beth? Joseph?

quarreled with

window, Maggie absorbed the scenery

the mountains, embraced by lush greenery and serene surroundings, the villa resembled something out

patrolling the area, they were few in number, yet each moved with the lethal grace of a seasoned

heart sank a few,

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she was more inclined to inflict misery than

treatment.

the mud to