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.

pulled out her phone-only to realize

instincts

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

return to the party, find Victor, and

She turned to leave.

out from

clenched her jaw and rushed inside, setting her

Isadora's shadowy outline

once. I thought I saw a ghost at the window-it scared

flashlight, sweeping the beam across the cluttered, pitch-black room until it landed

get out of

her feet, but her ankle

over, slipping

to help.

for the

icy, haunted-feeling

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

with panic. "What's going on? Is someone out there? We're locked in! Hello? Can someone

her phone, but no matter what

all.

over and pounded on the door. Not a sound came

all along.

her face. Guilt washed over

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