Let's Start All Over Again, Shall We (Maggie and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 283

Chapter 283 The Search

Maggie had lost consciousness. The man swiftly hoisted her over his shoulder and made his way toward a secluded restroom in the corner.

With a ceiling panel already removed, the man stepped onto the toilet seat and passed Maggie up into waiting hands–every move was swift and practiced, as if rehearsed a hundred times over.

Meanwhile, Nathael stool in the dimly lit corridor, awaiting her return. Time seemed to drag on, and after checking his watch, he noted it had been ten minutes.

Lighting a cigarette, Nathael continued to wait, growing increasingly restless.

As five more minutes passed without any sign of Maggie, a crease formed between Nathael’s brows. He tried calling her.

The phone rang for a moment with no answer.

A sense of unease gnawed at him, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Realizing that Maggie had been gone for too long and that the restroom showed no signs of activity, Nathael’s demeanor shifted.

He extinguished his cigarette and stormed into the restroom, calling out for Maggie.

“Maggie?”

To his dismay, the restroom was empty. Nathael’s expression turned grim as he forcefully pushed open several partially closed doors, finding no trace of her.

His eyes instructed, “Lock down the entire venue! Scrutinize everyone coming in and out!”

turned ice–co, 2nd a dangerous shade filled his eyes. He immediately called Nolan and

Recognizing the gravity of the situation, Nolan swiftly mobilized their team.

Since the university’s piano competition being a high–profile event and other programs happening nearby, scaling off the area amidst the dense and chaotic crowd posed a significant challenge.

“Bring the military in and frame it as a routine security check.”

While still on the call, he directed Nolan to conduct a thorough search of the restroom.

People don’t just vanish into thin air after ten minutes in a restroom!

“Have Henry watch all the exits of the conference hall; extend the search area from the venue, with a particular focus on the vehicles and suspicious individuals passing by from three to twelve minutes ago.”

“Understood, Mr. Harris.”

As Nathael’s gaze fell to the vanity below, a conch pearl earring lay there in silent testament.

His lips tightened as he picked up the earring. His index finger gently traced the pearl’s surface. His expression turned even more grim, and a storm of fury threatened to erupt.

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had specially brought for her today.

Nathael forced himself to remain calm. He clenched the earring so tightly in his palm that the sharp post pierced his skin, drawing blood. He seemed impervious to the pain.

Nolan spoke up. “Mr. Harris.” He stepped aside as Nathael’s piercing gaze fell on him.

Someone had tampered with the ceiling of the furthest cubicle. Nolan had already sent someone to climb up the ceilling to check where it led. Undoubtedly, someone had taken Maggie from here.

Minutes later, Nolan’s phone rang. After he took the call, he relayed to Nathael, “This passage leads directly to a restroom in a conference room upstairs. There are traces of someone tampering with a window, and there are marks on the ground outside; no fingerprints left behind.”

Nathael’s eyes were as dark as night. His face was covered with a layer of frost, a hidden bloodlust flickering dark and deep within his eyes. His icy and suppressed aura was so intense that it felt like a storm was imminent. No one dares to make any noise.

“Find her, even if you have to turn this place upside down!”

“Yes, Mr. Harris.”

Maggie had no idea she had been unconscious, but when she awoke, she found herself lying on a soft, expansive bed, unbound and free to move.

The unsettling reflection of the stranger’s face–a mixed–race man–was someone she’d never seen in her past life.