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!”

“I did this to you?

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

became gloomy. “Whitney, did you do this?

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

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

felt a chill run through

if you weren’t scheming against us, and now you have the nerve to

like she wanted to slap Rachel

Thomas. “Mr. York, aren’t you going to control your

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

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

into trouble with

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

seems like Mr. York isn’t interested in working with Howard

separate, Mr. Howard. Why mix the two?” Thomas laughed, as if he was

“Mr. Howard, are you planning to blindly accuse everyone here

explain it to us,” Damian said

came back to change. I noticed. someone might be following me.”

details flooded

lunged at her with red eyes and grabbed

him, but the man only seemed

her sharp heel drove into his foot, making him

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