When Love Is a Lie

hapter 98 How Did You Get In

Everyone turned in surprise toward the door when they heard the sound. There stood Whitney, unharmed, with only a damp spot on her clothes as evidence of the ordeal.

Yvette ran over quickly. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt? You scared me!”

She was the one who brought Whitney here and didn’t accompany her to change clothes. If something happened to Whitney today, she would never forgive herself.

“I’m fine. See? All in one piece.” Whitney said, stretching her arms and doing a little spin.

Yvette was finally relieved. “Thank goodness. When we saw you weren’t here, Noel was about to go and check the security footage.”

She realized that the flash of urgency she had seen in Noel’s eyes earlier wasn’t frustration–it was worry.

Whitney looked at him again. His dark, deep–set eyes now concealed any trace of emotion.

“Ms. Spencer, what exactly happened? Thomas looked at Rachel and then at Whitney.

“Why was Rachel in your room, and who was that man? You said you were going back to change, but your came in from outside?”

Thomas’s question made everyone notice something was wrong.

Yvette was puzzled. “Yeah, how did you end up outside?”

Whitney looked inside and saw Damian holding a pale–faced Rachel close. The sight left her feeling strangely indifferent.

Rachel saw her and suddenly erupted in a crazed scream, “It was you! You did this to me! You wicked

woman!”

to you? What exactly did

all her doing! She’s

“Whitney,

my side, you’re ready to pin the blame on me.”

in Whitney’s

felt a chill run through him.

you are. We’d be lucky if you weren’t scheming against us, and now you have the nerve to turn around and blame

and she looked like she wanted

at Thomas. “Mr. York, aren’t you going to control your woman?”

mad, Mr. Howard, come at

shaking her head. This was her own battle

with Damian

surrender and said, “Mr. Howard, as you can see, it’s not that

York isn’t interested in working with Howard Group,

mix the two?” Thomas

tone. “Mr. Howard, are you planning to blindly accuse

explain it to us,” Damian said as his gaze

myself and came back to change. I noticed. someone might be following

what happened, the details

she found the door couldn’t open, a creepy man lunged at her

him, but the man

hard on his foot with her stiletto heel. Thankfully, her sharp heel drove into his foot, making

bolted for it. The terrace had a low railing, just high enough to climb and jump over. She vaulted over