Chapter 203 But What About Norl?
About ten minutes later, Hariel valled Noel in report his findings. He had visited the police station in Peaceville, and Whitney had not filed a report. He also located the shop with the larutine number, but it was already closed, and the shopkeeper was nowhere to be found.
Everything was unfolding exactly as Noël had expected. The shop was clearly connected to Damian..
Instead of beading to Peaceville, Noel focused on the moving and dot displayed on his phone the tracker he had secretly planted.
“Alert the police I’ll-
It Whitney hadn’t managed to escape, her situation might still be manageable. Damian wouldn’t arr rashly. But now that she had attempted to rom, the danger had
Deciding it was time in act openly, Noel shared the maker’s location with Tiel, ensuring he could pass it on to Law enforcement. Meanwhile, Noel pressed down
the anelerater, driving deeper into the mountains.
Whitney awoke to darkness so complete she couldn’t see her hand in front of her face, Beneath her, the floor shifted rhythmically–she was in a moving vehicle. Decasionally, the beard the faint sound of rat horns from mutside.
She shitted slightly and heard a metallic clink, cold metal bit into her waist and neck, Raising her free hand, she felt the unyielding grip of chains
Het heart sank. She remembered speaking with Yvette befour blacking out, mid–sentence, as she told her the had called the police. The pain in her neck made it clear–she had been knocked unconscimis
The vehicle came to a halt. Volers sounded nearby, followed by the grean of a heavy door being opened Light spilled in, harsh and blinding. Whitney squinted, her rers adjusting to the brightness, only to see Damian standing before her
y.“underestimated you. Escaping right
“Well, well,” Damian snerred, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up at him. His fingers dug into her skin painfully. ‘
everyone’s nases? I didn’t think you had it in you.”
His eyes burned with fury, his voice as cold as ice. “Didn’t you say you loved me? Why run?
The pressure on her chin intensified, and Whitney teared he might break her jaw
“Boss, the transport is ready.” A voice interrupted them. Whitney buried her head slightly and recognized the shopkeeper who had pretended to help her The realization hit her like a Freight train. Damian chuckded darkly. “The heavens must favor me, for you to run straight into one of my people. And you thought you could call the police?
The shopkeeper hadn’t just been unhelpful–he was the one who had knocked her out at the rest stop. From the moment she stepped into the shop, he had recognized her and contacted Damian Instead of the authorities.
Later, he discovered she had made another phone call, Worned it might complicate things, he lacked her unconscious.
With a hard shove, Damian released her chin, sending her head colliding with the wall of the container. Dizziness clouded her vision, and her ears rang Damian turned to the men standing behind him. “Leave her. Take the other two. If they recover, send them to Tesson. If not, dispose of them.” “Understood, boss.”
The man waved his hand, and a few others stepped forward, moving to the other side to lift them.
Whitney’s gaze followed as Amy and Rachel were dragged away like lifeless dolls. Their heads lolled to the side, their bodies unresponsive.
with cage.
A cold shiver coursed through Whitmary as despair and fury swirled inside her. She glared up at Damian, trembling
Damian looked down at her, his gaze sharp and unyielding, “I wamed you about the price of betrayal. You should be grateful I still feel even the slightest reluctance to let you go.”
“You’re a monster” she spat,
voice shaking with rage.
The man before her could no longer be called human–he was like a demon straight out of hell,
Damian smirked, his expression gleefully malicious. “Amonster? Perhaps. But what about Noel? He isn’t a monster, is he? And yet, what has he done to you?” Pulling out his phone, Damian navigated to a video and held the screen up for Whitney to see
The footage showed Damian and Noel’s earlier conversation.
“You’re here to negotiate, but not for Whitney?
“What does she have to do with me? She’s your fiancée, not mine,”
“Ah, Noel Always the actor. You made Whitney believe you cared for her. Lucky for me, she only used you to get back at me. She never truly cared. I should thank you. Otherwise, I might never have realized how much she still loves me.”
“It I hadn’t pretended, how else would I have gotten her to collect evidence against you? It’s a pity she tailed in the end. She didn’t give me anything useful.”
Whitney’s face turned asleen, her eyes reflecting the pain of betrayal. Something inside her cracked, the pieces splintering inseparably.
Damian studied her expression with satisfaction, his smile widening. “Noel may not be a monster, but what has he done for you? He doesn’t care about saying you
-he only wants to take the Howard Group’s presidency from me.”
Tears welled up in Whitney’s eyes as her voice quivered. “Stop, please! Stop!”
