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 the

don’t just vanish into thin air after ten minutes in

extend the search area from the venue, with a particular focus on the vehicles and

“Understood, Mr. Harris.”

the vanity below, a conch pearl earring lay

His index finger gently traced the pearl’s surface. His expression turned

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tightly in his palm that the sharp post pierced his skin,

up. “Mr. Harris.” He stepped aside as

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

Nolan’s 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 with a window, and there are marks on

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 turn this place upside down!”

“Yes, Mr. Harris.”

she found herself lying on a soft, expansive bed, unbound and free to

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

could’ve abducted me

a number of potential suspects flitted through

significant enough to warrant a kidnapping,

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

Beth? Joseph?

just quarreled with her. But

absorbed

the mountains, embraced by lush greenery and serene surroundings, the villa resembled something out of

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

a

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seemed unlikely to be Beth’s doing; she was more inclined to inflict misery than

treatment.

would much rather drag her through the mud to vent