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.

Hayes, there's a hidden passage behind this panel. Mrs.

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

out into an underground parking lot of

lan watched the constant flow of cars. His fist tightened in frustration. He knew Clara had been whisked away in

and possibly losing their child in a struggle with

brutal. "Heidi, if you hurt Clara, I swear I will tear you limb from limb!" Soon enough, the Hayes, York, Campbell, and Bell families formed a search coalition, joined by the ace detective Brodie. All gathered at the Hayes family estate, their faces etched with undeniable tension. "Mr. Hayes, we've tracked Mrs. Hayes' phone signal to the underground

shirt dampened by cold sweat, kept his fists clenched tightly, forcing his mind to stay sharp. He reminded himself not

strict, so where did Heidi get the blade to

already dispatched people to track my father's whereabouts

was a hoarse whisper. "If he's involved, don't you