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 do to you, Rachel?

cried to Damian, “Uncle Damian, it was all her doing! She’s the one who set me up, I

gloomy. “Whitney, did

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

no longer any disappointment in Whitney’s eyes, only deep–seated

felt a chill run through him.

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

her anger and she looked like she wanted to slap Rachel to knock some sense into her.

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

is his woman? I’ve got a name. If you’re mad, Mr. Howard, come at me directly. I

her own

into trouble with Damian

see, it’s not that I don’t want to intervene,

isn’t interested in working

Thomas laughed,

Whitney spoke up in a cold tone. “Mr. Howard, are

to us,” Damian said as

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

she recounted what happened, the details flooded back vividly in her mind.

lunged at her with red eyes and grabbed her tightly.

and kicking him, but the man only seemed to

move, she stomped hard on his foot with her stiletto heel. Thankfully, her sharp

remembered there was a back door on the small terrace outside, she immediately bolted for it. The terrace had a low railing, just