Chapter 439

"Wait for me, I'll be right there."

Isadora flagged down a maid with a ponytail and asked where the storage room

was.

The maid pointed her in the right direction.

Isadora asked her to find two people to come along and help.

The ponytailed maid shot her a quick glance and nodded, then hurried off.

The storage building at Walsh Manor was a fair distance from the banquet hall, down a narrow path that twisted through the estate grounds.

Streetlights cast a dim, yellowish glow, the wind rattling the branches overhead. Compared to the bright, lively lights of the banquet hall, the path felt like another world-one shrouded in darkness and unease.

As Isadora walked further, the air grew colder, and the shadows deeper.

She spotted the warehouse ahead, its doors standing wide open.

Just as she was about to step inside, she hesitated, stopping short before the entrance.

Instead, she pressed herself to the wall nearby, waiting and listening.

Just in case something unexpected happened, she decided to send Victor a message.

phone-only to realize she

Isadora's instincts

warehouse, of all places? And now, right as Isadora arrived, her phone

safer to return to the party, find

She turned to leave.

out

and rushed inside, setting

door, recognized Isadora's shadowy

lights went out at once. I thought I saw a ghost at the window-it scared me half to

beam across the cluttered, pitch-black room until it

have to get out of

struggled to her feet, but her ankle was twisted, and she winced

hurried over,

to help.

for the

icy, haunted-feeling

the heavy warehouse door groaned, then slowly swung shut with a

wide with panic. "What's going on? Is someone

phone, but no matter what she tried, there was no signal

all.

over and pounded

like this was a setup all along. Someone wanted to lure me here and lock us

on her face. Guilt washed

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