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 had

Isadora's instincts prickled

fall near the warehouse, of all places? And now,

to return to the party, find Victor, and come back

She turned to leave.

out from inside the

froze, then clenched her jaw and rushed inside, setting her

shadowy outline and

the lights went out at once. I thought I saw

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

to get out of here. Can you

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

over,

her to

the exit, determined

haunted-feeling

groaned, then slowly

Is someone out there? We're

but no matter what she

all.

wall, then hurried over and pounded on the door. Not a

a setup all along. Someone wanted to

blinked, realization dawning on her face. Guilt washed over

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