No Strings Attached

The attendant who had been assisting Clara with her wedding dress lay unconscious on the floor, and Clara herself had vanished without a trace.

lan immediately called Clara, but was met with the harsh, digital tone signaling that her phone was switched off. His fingers clenched the phone until they turned a cold white, and his gaze was filled with a predatory crimson. Never in his wildest thoughts had he imagined that the enemy would reach into a bridal boutique.

He had fortified their home to the point where not even a fly could buzz through, and on the drive over, both front and rear were flanked by top-notch bodyguards.

He thought they were impregnable. Yet, he had underestimated the adversary's cunning, able to trace the threads back to the very place they had ordered the custom-made gown.

lan immediately called Dawson. "Clara's gone missing. Bring in the team."

In less than ten seconds, a dozen bodyguards stormed into the dressing room in search of clues.

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the secret passage one after the other. The bridal shop was nestled in the bustling heart of Northbridge, surrounded by

twisted and turned, spilling out into an underground parking

flow of cars. His fist tightened in frustration. He knew Clara had been whisked

a struggle with

a search coalition, joined by the ace detective

with his shirt dampened by cold sweat, kept his fists clenched tightly, forcing his

steely voice, he demanded, "The prison watch was strict, so where did Heidi get the

statement resonated with everyone present. Edwin quickly responded, "I've already dispatched people to track my father's whereabouts to see if

towards him. His voice was a hoarse whisper. "If he's involved, don't you dare plead with me