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!”

grabbed Owen by the arm. “What’s going on?

them with Caleb and knew

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

Noel was already running toward

be a coincidence…” Thomas muttered under his breath and realizing Yvette had gone In the same direction, he took off at

Whitney’s

lit, indicating someone

they could hear noises coming

to knock on the door but Thomas pulled her

are you doing?”

at Appropriate

enough men here. You

was wrong. “I’ll call security

and quickly understood the gravity of the situation, and realized something might

wrong.

still in there. I have to get her!”

a quick glance at Damian, who was fixated

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

hard.

open violently, hanging precariously from its hinge.

Thomas, shouting “Whitney!” as

was there, they froze at the sight before them.

like a scene from

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

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

to take the knife from her. She clutched

me.

out of it, turning slowly to see Damian. She

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