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 a thorough

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

“Understood, Mr. Harris.”

fell to the vanity below, a conch pearl earring lay

the pearl’s

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in his palm that the sharp post pierced his skin, drawing blood. He seemed impervious to the pain.

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

ceiling of the furthest cubicle. Nolan had already sent someone to climb up the ceilling to check where it led.

passage leads directly to a restroom in a conference room upstairs. There are traces

were as 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 felt like a storm was

her, even if you have to turn

“Yes, Mr. Harris.”

awoke, she found herself lying on a

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

could’ve abducted me

clues, a number of potential suspects flitted through her mind.

been no recent discord between them significant enough to warrant a kidnapping,

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

Beth? Joseph?

the means, but Joseph had no apparent motive, while Beth had just quarreled with her. But to what end would Beth go through such

the window, Maggie absorbed the

greenery and serene surroundings, the

the area, they were few in number, yet

a few, notches.

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was more inclined to inflict misery than provide

treatment.

would much rather drag her through the mud to vent out her rage and make her as wretched as