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!”

arm. “What’s

them with Caleb and knew they were VIPs, so he

the mountain. If you see anyone suspicious, please call the police immediately. But don’t worry, the Manor is very secure. We’ve

was

muttered under his breath and realizing Yvette had gone In the same direction, he took off at a

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

room was lit, indicating someone

could hear noises

on the door but Thomas pulled her back hard.

are you doing?”

at Appropriate for This

are enough men here. You don’t

realized something was wrong. “I’ll

the gravity of the situation,

wrong.

I have to get

cast a quick glance at Damian, who was fixated on the door, tense

doorknob, and found it locked. From inside came faint, muffled sounds

hard.

door swung open violently, hanging

enter, with Yvette pushing Thomas, shouting “Whitney!” as she ran into

they froze at

like a scene from a crime show.

large bed lay a man, groaning in pain, a pool of blood spreading beneath him,

and hair tousled, clutching a fruit knife as she pointed it at the man with terror in

the knife!” Damian hurried forward to take the knife from her. She clutched it tightly, her gaze locked on

me. I’m Damian.”

snap out of it, turning slowly to see Damian. She collapsed and cried out,

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