Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

Chapter 1148:

Linsey’s eyes narrowed, her heart beginning to race as dread curled in her chest like a storm cloud ready to burst.

And then, Dustin’s voice cut through the line, frustration evident in every word. “I don’t know how Joanne did it, but from last night till this morning, there’s no sign of her on any of the hotel’s cameras. Not even nearby. My team and I are still searching, but honestly… we have no idea when—or if—we’ll find her.”

Linsey’s eyes widened in alarm as she cut in sharply. “Dustin, after discovering the rope tied to the hotel room’s windowsill, did you rush out immediately to look for Joanne? Did you even search the room thoroughly?”

There was a brief pause on the other end before Dustin responded, “Of course we searched the room. Every inch of it. She wasn’t there. The window was wide open, and there were clear scuff marks on the sill from her shoes. Joanne must have climbed out that way.”

He let out a frustrated sigh. “I didn’t think she’d be that reckless. The third floor’s pretty high, but she still made a run for it.”

Given how close Linsey and Dolores were, he knew there was no hiding this from her. But he hadn’t even had time to tell Collin yet.

lounge at the banquet hall, he had spoken so confidently, assuring everyone he

was missing, she had excused herself from the dining table and returned to her bedroom to call Dolores in private. Now, as she listened carefully to Dustin, something gnawed

too much,” Dustin added. “I’m sending more people out. She’s on her own and wouldn’t dare go back to the Walton estate. She can’t

Linsey’s voice came sharp and certain. “She

Dustin

thoughts. “I’ve been meaning to warn Jeffery to stay alert around Joanne, but before last night, I held back. I was afraid that if I said something too early, he’d let it slip, and Joanne would catch on.” She

live now

her gaze landed on the pair of high heels sitting beside her dressing table—the ones she had worn to

on carrying her upstairs,

carried her all the way to

own eyes. There’s no way she could have climbed down from the third floor in those. And the hotel slippers wouldn’t have supported her either. Those marks on the sill must have been faked. If she disappeared from the room, she must have come up with another escape