When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 200 She Is Your Fiancée, Not Mine

Whitney had no idea how long Damian would be gone. If she tried to escape now and got caught, there would be no second chance, Instead, she pretended to stretch her amwand legs in the constant, all the while discreetly observing her summomdings.

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Tvery exit still had two guards posted, and match moved about the countyard at regular intervals. It was no wonder Damian felt confident leaving her The chances it escape were slim almost nonexistent.

e her umestrained.

But stam didn’t mean impossible.

Whitney caught sight of the maid who had let her sanity supplies the night before. The womanha jest emerged from a room, likely after cleaning it.

“stiss, thank you for your help yesterday,”Whitney said, initiating a concitationi.

The maid looked smeary, giving a slight shake of her head but staying silent.

“I’d like to perpare something Damianlikes to eat. Do you kisiw when he’ll be back?”

The maid shook her head again, clearly not permitted to talk to her,

Whitney recalled how even the people delivering food to be at the factory never spoke. She tried another angle. “Is Mr. Enson amond? Maybe I can ask him

This time, the mail gestured with her!

he wasn’t

mind raced. If it were a minor issue, Damian would’ve sent Billy alone. Forneither of them to be around, it

some food to my Loom? I’m feeling hungry,” Whitney requested

atray of food, only to find the door slightly ajar Pushing it open, she stepped inside–but the room was

the tray down and searched the room, calling out, “Ms. Spencer is gone!

quickly drew the

watch her closely. If she’s gone we’re shed!” one of them

search! She can’t have gone

inform Mr.

vet rund berties!”

and maids rushed out, leaving the

empty before stepping out. She crept to the doorway and coumed the courtyard was deserted–guards and maids alike had left to search

Whitney made her move

navigation to the address, drying miles outside Seabourke and winding through mountainous roads

out of the car, conducting

a luxurious leather couch where Damian sat, a wooden coffee table before him adorned with a collection of high

and coffee equipment

gestured to the opposite

of him. The two men appeared relaxed, their demeanor casual as if they were brothers catching up. Yet the conversation canted awright that could crush anyone

this time. Did you even think about the consequences?” Noel asked, taking

ever considered that we’re family before deciding to investigate me? Danian’s smile was warm, his tone light,

you had nothing to hide, I wouldn’t have found anything that your ambition has made you reddess. be you even think about what this means

Damian shrugged mochalar

Gandpa who’s stuck in the past, Den ligid to see the