Chapter 97 My Role Isn’t Appropriate for This

Yvette turned and saw Damian holding her arm.

“What did you just say about Whitney? She’s missing?”

She glanced at him briefly, then shifted her gaze to Noel who stood next to them.

“Whitney w

went back to change her clothes over an hour ago. I tried calling her, but it’s not connecting. I’m worried something happened to her.”

Noel frowned slightly. Damian quickly tried calling Whitney’s phone, but all he heard was a mechanical

voice saying, “The number you’ve dialed is unreachable. Please try again later.”

Since he couldn’t reach her, Damian’s face grew serious. “Is she avoiding me again?”

‘Mr. Howard, I think you know very well why she’d want to avoid you. But right now, whether she’s

avoiding you or if something else happened, we don’t know,” Yvette replied coldly and strode off in the direction of the lodges.

Damian pressed his lips together, then quickly followed her.

“Aren’t you going to check on her?” Thomas looked at Noel, surprised he hadn’t moved.

“My role isn’t appropriate for this, Noel replied evenly.

Plus the Quinn family’s Manor had sufficient security, so Whitney shouldn’t be in danger.

Just then, the Manor manager, Owen Caldwell, hurried past them, instructing his team. “Make sure to increase patrols tonight. Our guests are all VIPs, we can’t afford any accidents!”

by the arm. “What’s

with Caleb and knew they were VIPs, so

mountain. If you see anyone suspicious, please call

before he could finish, Noel was already running

his breath and realizing Yvette had gone In the same direction,

and Damian reached Whitney’s cabin, Noel and Thomas had also

room was lit, indicating

hear

door but Thomas pulled her back

are you doing?”

hals at

are enough men here. You don’t

wrong. “I’ll

understood the gravity of the situation, and realized something

wrong.

still in there. I have to get her!” She struggled

quick glance at Damian, who was fixated

came faint, muffled sounds of distress, and his expression turned icy. He lifted his

hard.

swung open violently, hanging precariously from its hinge.

to enter, with Yvette pushing Thomas,

froze at the sight

was in disarray, like a scene

a pool of blood spreading beneath him, staining the white sheets a

the corner, her clothes disheveled and hair tousled, clutching a fruit knife as she pointed it at the man with terror in her eyes.

from her. She clutched it tightly, her gaze locked on the

me. I’m

finally seemed to snap out of it, turning slowly to see Damian.

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