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

that day, Owen had seen them with Caleb and knew they were VIPs, so he couldn’t hide

a killer has escaped into the mountain. If you see anyone suspicious,

before he could finish, Noel was already running

his breath and realizing

Damian reached Whitney’s cabin, Noel

lit, indicating someone was

hear noises coming from

on the door but Thomas

are you

hals at Appropriate for This

here. You don’t need

“I’ll

the gravity of the situation,

wrong.

there. I have to get her!” She

Damian, who was fixated on the door, tense

found it locked. From inside came faint, muffled sounds of distress, and his expression turned icy. He lifted

hard.

open violently, hanging precariously from its hinge.

enter, with Yvette pushing Thomas, shouting “Whitney!”

was there, they froze at the sight before

was in disarray, like a scene from a

a man, groaning in pain, a pool of blood spreading beneath him, staining

the corner, her clothes disheveled and hair tousled, clutching a fruit knife

She clutched

at me. I’m

of it, turning slowly to

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