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!”

you? What exactly did I

up and cried to Damian, “Uncle Damian, it was all her doing! She’s the one

became gloomy. “Whitney,

you’re ready to pin the blame on me.”

no longer any disappointment in Whitney’s eyes,

chill run through him.

us, and now you have the nerve to turn around

she wanted to slap Rachel

coldly at Thomas. “Mr. York, aren’t you going

name. If you’re mad, Mr. Howard,

This was her own battle to fight, and she didn’t want her

into trouble with Damian

“Mr. Howard, as you can see, it’s not that I don’t want to intervene, it’s

York isn’t interested in working with Howard Group,

Thomas laughed, as if he was joking but his

then, Whitney spoke up in a cold tone. “Mr. Howard, are you planning to blindly accuse

explain it to us,” Damian

her story steadily, “I spilled juice on myself and came back to change. I noticed. someone might be following

the details flooded back vividly in her

the door couldn’t open, a creepy man lunged at her with red

but the man only seemed to grow more excited, like he was

her stiletto heel. Thankfully, her sharp heel drove

door on the small terrace outside, she immediately bolted for it. The terrace had a low railing, just high enough to climb and jump over. She