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.”

still on the call, he directed Nolan to conduct a thorough search of

air after ten minutes

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

“Understood, Mr. Harris.”

Nathael’s gaze fell to the vanity below, a conch

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

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specially brought for her today.

tightly in his palm that the sharp post pierced his skin, drawing blood. He seemed

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

tampered with the ceiling of the furthest cubicle. Nolan had already sent someone to climb up the ceilling to check where it led. Undoubtedly, someone had taken

passage leads directly to a restroom in a conference room upstairs. There are traces of someone tampering with a window, and there are marks

layer of frost, a hidden bloodlust flickering dark and deep within his eyes. His icy and suppressed

if you have to turn this place

“Yes, Mr. Harris.”

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

of the stranger’s face–a mixed–race man–was someone

could’ve abducted me this

for clues, a number of potential suspects flitted

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

Sierra had planned this, she would have shown some sign of triumphant anticipation. But there was

Beth? Joseph?

had the means, but Joseph had no apparent motive, while Beth had just quarreled with

window, Maggie absorbed the

lush greenery and serene surroundings, the villa resembled something

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

sank a

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doing; she was more inclined to inflict misery than provide such

treatment.

drag her through the mud to vent out her