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

vanish into thin air after ten minutes in

of the conference hall; extend the search area from the venue, with a particular focus on the vehicles and suspicious individuals

“Understood, Mr. Harris.”

gaze fell to the vanity below, a conch pearl earring

the pearl’s surface. His expression turned even more grim,

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himself to remain calm. He clenched the earring so tightly in his palm that the sharp post pierced his skin, drawing blood. He seemed

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

furthest cubicle. Nolan had already sent someone to climb

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 marks on the ground outside; no fingerprints

dark as 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 intense that it

her, even if you have to

“Yes, Mr. Harris.”

awoke, she found herself lying on a soft, expansive

of the stranger’s face–a mixed–race man–was someone she’d never

me

room for clues, a number

to warrant a kidnapping, nor did she have the resources to hire foreign mercenaries.

it be Sierra? Unlikely. They had just met. If Sierra had planned this, she would have shown

Beth? Joseph?

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

the window, Maggie absorbed the scenery outside.

and serene surroundings, the

elite foreign mercenaries patrolling the area, they were few in number, yet each moved with the lethal grace

sank a

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unlikely to be Beth’s doing; she was more

treatment.

her through the mud to vent out her rage and make her as wretched as possible.