When Love Is a Lie

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 going on? Did something

seen them with Caleb and knew they were VIPs, so he couldn’t hide the

killer has escaped into the mountain. If you see anyone suspicious, please call the police immediately. But don’t worry, the Manor

he could finish, Noel was already

realizing Yvette had gone In the

the time Yvette and Damian reached Whitney’s

room was lit, indicating

could hear

knock on the door

are you doing?”

My hals at

here. You don’t

“I’ll call

and quickly understood the gravity of the situation, and

wrong.

I have to get her!” She struggled

glance at Damian, who was fixated on the

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

hard.

swung open violently, hanging precariously from its hinge.

the first to enter, with Yvette pushing Thomas, shouting “Whitney!” as she

froze at

was in disarray, like a

of blood spreading beneath him, staining the white sheets

disheveled and hair tousled, clutching a fruit

She clutched

at me.

of it, turning slowly to see Damian. She collapsed