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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.”

he directed Nolan to conduct

air after ten minutes in a restroom!

venue, with a particular

“Understood, Mr. Harris.”

below, a

up the earring. His index finger gently traced the pearl’s surface. His expression turned even more grim, and a storm of fury threatened

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remain calm. He clenched the earring so tightly in his palm that the sharp post pierced his

spoke up. “Mr. Harris.” He stepped aside as Nathael’s piercing gaze fell

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 Maggie

phone rang. After he 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

flickering dark and deep within his eyes. His icy and suppressed aura was so intense that it felt like

if you have to turn this place

“Yes, Mr. Harris.”

idea she had been unconscious, but when she awoke, she found herself lying on a soft, expansive bed, unbound and free to move.

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

me this time?

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

discord between them significant enough to warrant a kidnapping, nor did she have the resources to hire foreign

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

Beth? Joseph?

motive, while Beth had just quarreled with her. But to what

absorbed the scenery outside.

lush greenery and serene surroundings, the villa resembled something

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

a

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doing; she was more inclined to inflict

treatment.

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