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!

wasn’t time either

sent Billy alone. Forneither

I’m feeling hungry,” Whitney requested with

maid amived at her door with atray of food, only to find

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

the guards into

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

and search! She can’t have gone far.

we inform Mr. Lawson?”

rund

and maids rushed out, leaving the

before stepping out. She crept to the doorway and coumed the courtyard was deserted–guards and maids

made her move and

the navigation to the address, drying miles outside Seabourke and winding through mountainous roads befoer arriving at an abandoned, unfinished building

black approached as he stepped out of the car, conducting a thorough

the room was space except for 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

coffee, Damian placed it in front of him. The two men appeared relaxed, their demeanor casual as if they were brothers catching up. Yet the conversation canted awright that could

think about the consequences?” Noel asked, taking a small sip from the

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

nothing to hide, I wouldn’t have found anything that your ambition has made you reddess. be you

Damian shrugged mochalar

future. It’s Gandpa who’s stuck in