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Yvette turned and saw Damian holding her arm.
“What did you just say about Whitney? She’s missing?”
She glanced at him briefly, then shifted her gaze to Noel who stood next to them.
“Whitney w
went back to change her clothes over an hour ago. I tried calling her, but it’s not connecting. I’m worried something happened to her.”
Noel frowned slightly. Damian quickly tried calling Whitney’s phone, but all he heard was a mechanical
voice saying, “The number you’ve dialed is unreachable. Please try again later.”
Since he couldn’t reach her, Damian’s face grew serious. “Is she avoiding me again?”
‘Mr. Howard, I think you know very well why she’d want to avoid you. But right now, whether she’s
avoiding you or if something else happened, we don’t know,” Yvette replied coldly and strode off in the direction of the lodges.
Damian pressed his lips together, then quickly followed her.
“Aren’t you going to check on her?” Thomas looked at Noel, surprised he hadn’t moved.
“My role isn’t appropriate for this, Noel replied evenly.
Plus the Quinn family’s Manor had sufficient security, so Whitney shouldn’t be in danger.
Just then, the Manor manager, Owen Caldwell, hurried past them, instructing his team. “Make sure to increase patrols tonight. Our guests are all VIPs, we can’t afford any accidents!”
Thomas grabbed Owen by the arm. “What’s going on? Did something happen?”
Earlier that day, Owen had seen them with Caleb and knew they were VIPs, so he couldn’t hide the news.
“We just received a police alert that a killer has escaped into the mountain. If you see anyone suspicious, please call the police immediately. But don’t worry, the Manor is very secure. We’ve already enhanced patrols.”
But before he could finish, Noel was already running toward the lodges.
‘No way. This can’t be a coincidence…” Thomas muttered under his breath and realizing Yvette had gone In the same direction, he took off at a sprint.
By the time Yvette and Damian reached Whitney’s cabin, Noel and Thomas had also arrived.
Whitney’s room was lit, indicating someone was inside.
Listening closely, they could hear noises coming from within.
Yvette moved to knock on the door but Thomas pulled her back hard.
“What are you doing?”
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“There are enough men here. You don’t need to go in.”
Owen realized something was wrong. “I’ll call security right away.”
Yvette was smart and quickly understood the gravity of the situation, and realized something might be
wrong.
“Whitney’s still in there. I have to get her!” She struggled to get free.
Noel cast a quick glance at Damian, who was fixated on the door, tense and silent.
Without further delay, Noel stepped forward, tried the doorknob, and found it locked. From inside came faint, muffled sounds of distress, and his expression turned icy. He lifted his foot and kicked the door
hard.
The door swung open violently, hanging precariously from its hinge.
Noel was the first to enter, with Yvette pushing Thomas, shouting “Whitney!” as she ran into the room.
When everyone was there, they froze at the sight before them.
The room was in disarray, like a scene from a crime show.
On the large bed lay a man, groaning in pain, a pool of blood spreading beneath him, staining the white sheets a glaring red.
Rachel was in the corner, her clothes disheveled and hair tousled, clutching a fruit knife as she pointed it at the man with terror in her eyes.
“Rachel, put down the knife!” Damian hurried forward to take the knife from her. She clutched it tightly, her gaze locked on the man, not hearing anything else.
“Look at me. I’m Damian.”
Rachel finally seemed to snap out of it, turning slowly to see Damian. She collapsed and cried out, “I’m so
scared!”
Her anguished cry broke Yvette out of her gaze. She hurriedly asked Rachel, “Where’s Whitney? Why a
you in her room?”
When they entered, they didn’t see Whitney at all.
Rachel continued to cry, seemingly too shocked to respond as she was clinging to Damian.
“I’m asking you, where’s Whitney? Yvette was anxious.
Noel turned to Owen. “Is there any surveillance here?”
are
“This is a VIP area. For the privacy of our guests, we don’t have cameras here. Only at the perimeter about 20 yards away. I don’t know if they captured anything.”
“Take me to it.” Noel’s expression was cold and stern, his presence radiating an intimidating aura.
Rachel, who was in charge of the project was now injured, and a VIP was missing. Owen felt the weight of
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the situation, a chill running down his spine as he led Noel to the security room.
Just as they were about to leave, a figure walked into the room.
“What’s going on here? Why is everyone in my room?”
It was Whitney.
