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.”

Nolan to conduct a

thin air

Henry watch all the exits of the 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 ago.”

“Understood, Mr. Harris.”

the vanity below, a conch pearl earring lay there

pearl’s surface. His expression turned even more grim, and a storm of fury

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

stepped aside as Nathael’s piercing gaze fell on him.

the ceiling of the furthest cubicle. Nolan had already sent someone to climb up

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

were as dark as night. His face was covered with a layer of frost, a hidden bloodlust flickering dark and deep within his eyes.

you have to turn

“Yes, Mr. Harris.”

when she awoke, she found herself lying on a soft,

man–was someone she’d

could’ve abducted me this

room for clues, a number

couldn’t be Vanessa; there had been no recent discord between them significant enough to warrant a kidnapping, nor did she have the resources to hire foreign mercenaries.

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

Beth? Joseph?

had just quarreled with her. But to what end

absorbed the

serene

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

sank a

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be Beth’s doing; she was more inclined to inflict misery than provide such

treatment.

Beth would much rather drag her through the mud