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.”

the call, he directed Nolan to conduct a thorough search of the restroom.

vanish into thin air after

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

“Understood, Mr. Harris.”

vanity below, a

gently traced the pearl’s surface. His expression

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specially brought for her today.

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

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

had already sent someone to climb up the ceilling to check where it

a conference room upstairs. There are traces of someone tampering with a window, and there are marks on the ground

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 imminent. No one dares to make

even if you have to turn this

“Yes, Mr. Harris.”

had no idea she had been unconscious, but when she awoke, she found herself lying on a

man–was someone she’d never seen

abducted me this time?

she scanned the room for clues, a number of potential suspects

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

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

Beth? Joseph?

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

absorbed the scenery

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

were few in number,

a few, notches.

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doing; she was more inclined to

treatment.

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