A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 930

Aside from the brief exchange at the beginning, it had been dead silent.

Because this was the Hoggart princess's bedroom, none of the staff had dared to voice their suspicions right away.

But thirty minutes to step into a dress was pushing it, even for royalty.

Kara stared at the closet door, her brow furrowed.

She took a few steps closer and called out tentatively, "Miss Lansbury? Is the fit to your liking?"

No response. Absolute silence.

Kara glanced back at her assistant, the blood draining from her face.

The assistant looked equally pale. She took a step forward...

Before the assistant could reach for the handle, Kara demanded, "When exactly did we hire that girl?"

"She's a temp! Just started today!"

Kara's eyes widened in horror.

No wonder she hadn't recognized her. It wasn't completely unusual to bring on extra hands for a massive job, but this...

Shoving the assistant aside, Kara grabbed the handles and yanked the heavy doors open.

The sight inside made both women freeze in terror.

The million-dollar couture gowns were discarded in a heap on the carpet.

Tossed carelessly on top of them was the silk sleepwear Starla had been wearing when she walked in!

Starla and the temp were gone.

"Quick! Tell the guards! The bride is missing!"

The assistant jolted out of her shock. "Right!"

She spun around and sprinted out of the room to sound the alarm.

Because it was a private fitting, the room was packed entirely with the bridal team.

The fact that the bride had vanished into thin air right under their noses was an absolute catastrophe.

...

Down the hall, Yardley was working in his study.

Hearing the sudden chaotic shouting echoing through the corridors, he threw open his door in annoyance. He immediately spotted the butler barking orders at the security detail. "Spread out! Lock down the estate! Secure every exit!"

Seeing Yardley, the butler flinched. "Mr. Hoggart! When did you get back?"

Yardley stood in the doorway, his hands shoved into his pockets, his face thunderous. "What the hell is going on?"

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