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.”

call, he directed Nolan to conduct

just vanish into thin air after ten minutes

conference hall; extend the search area from the venue, with a particular focus on the vehicles and suspicious individuals passing by from three to twelve minutes

“Understood, Mr. Harris.”

vanity below, a conch pearl earring lay

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

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for her today.

He clenched the earring so tightly in his palm that

“Mr. Harris.” He stepped aside as Nathael’s piercing

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

relayed to Nathael, “This passage leads directly to a restroom in a conference

with a layer of frost, a hidden bloodlust flickering dark and deep within his eyes. His icy and suppressed aura was so intense that it felt like a storm was imminent. No one dares

her, even if you have to turn this place upside

“Yes, Mr. Harris.”

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

face–a mixed–race man–was someone she’d

me this

clues, a number of potential suspects

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

she would have shown some sign of triumphant anticipation. But there was none–only solid confidence

Beth? Joseph?

while Beth had just quarreled with her. But to what end would Beth go

absorbed

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

the area, they were few in number, yet

sank a

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more inclined to inflict misery than provide such lavish

treatment.

her through the mud to vent out her rage and