When Love Is a Lie

hapter 92 You Blocked My Way

Whitney felt as though she was wrapped in an invisible shackle, trapped in a muddy swamp.

No matter how hard she tried to climb out, she couldn’t escape. Her chest felt weighed down, as if it were

filled with stones.

She took a deep breath and lifted her head.

Up ahead, two workers were carrying a heavy piece of tempered glass.

Nearby, the sound of a crane echoed through the air. Following the sound, Whitney noticed an open clearing behind the trees where larger cabins were under construction.

She walked forward while watching. Just as she was passing one of the workers, he stumbled over something and lost his balance.

The heavy tempered glass suddenly tilted and it came crashing toward her.

“Watch out!” A sharp, urgent voice sounded from behind.

Whitney turned around. Before she could see clearly, she was yanked aside by a rushing figure.

A loud crash echoed as the tempered glass smashed into the group where she had been standing moments before, creating a deep dent in the hard, packed earth.

The area near the foot of the mountain seemed undeveloped, and the ground hadn’t been paved with flagstones yet. Otherwise, the tempered glass would likely have shattered into pieces.

“You were walking so absentmindedly,” came Noel’s slightly irritated voice from above her. The still- shaken Whitney finally came back to her senses.

Whitney looked up with her pale face and imagined what would happen if the glass had hit her.

Seeing her startled expression, Noel pressed his lips together and said no more.

“I just saw the construction over there and… Whitney trailed off, suddenly realizing she was still held in -his arms. She quickly pulled away.

danger just now and how he had appeared

the tactical arena to here, one had to pass through a

would

discreetly touched his fingertips

blocked my way.”

Whitney was speechless,

frightened, having almost injured someone. Seeing that they were

over to apologize.

they were

them to

Whitney didn’t

we had to carry everything up ourselves. I must have slipped on a stone,” one of the

toward the new construction. “What’s being built over there? Is

stargazing rooms and tree houses,” he replied before hurrying off to deliver the

nothing else to do, she decided to take a closer

her, she turned to see Noel following

time, I’m not in your way.

project by the Howard Group. I’m just here

The Howard Group?

asked, “Do you mean the Howard

of dollars. The manor didn’t look like it

seeming to read her thoughts. “What you’re seeing now is only the first phase. The

to read her thoughts. “What Quinn family has secured

That explained it.

spoke, they reached the

ahead, various scaffolds were set up everywhere, and workers wearing safety helmets were–busy working in an orderly

were

cabins were beginning to take shape, and further back, small tree houses being constructed

Spencer?” A voice called her

turned to see a designer from the Architecture Department, Harris Grant, whom she recognized

greeted politely.