Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2533

Harry glanced around the room, grabbed a disposable glove, and pulled it on. He shot Amy a cold, triumphant look. “If I fish it out, it’s mine.”

Amy was so frightened she didn’t dare say a word.

Harry dropped to one knee and started searching for the necklace.

Amy slowly edged backward, inch by inch, until she slipped out of the bathroom. The moment she was clear, she turned and bolted for the front door.

No matter how hard she struggled with the handle, the door wouldn’t budge.

Harry had locked it from the outside with a key.

Tears streamed down Amy’s face as she yanked at the door, her mind going blank with panic. When she realized she wasn’t getting out, she rushed back to the living room, found her phone, and slipped it into her pocket.

“Amy! Get over here, now!” Harry’s shout echoed from the bathroom.

She approached, trembling, and mumbled, “I’m thirsty. I just wanted to get some water.”

“If you don’t do as I say, forget about food or water!” Harry barked, glaring at her. “Did you really drop your necklace in here? Why can’t I find it?”

“I swear I did!” Amy nodded desperately.

Harry reached back in to search again. This time, after just a few seconds, his hand closed around something. He yanked it out, triumphant. “Got it!”

Amy’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Can I… have it back?”

“I told you, whoever finds it keeps it. Now get back to your room and stay there.” Harry’s mask had slipped—he wasn’t even trying to hide his true self anymore.

Amy didn’t dare argue. She turned and retreated to the small guest bedroom.

The moment the door was shut, she pulled out her phone and dialed Sylvia without thinking.

As soon as the call connected, Amy broke down in tears. “Boss!”

It was already seven in the evening. Only Sylvia and Milanda were left at the office, and Milanda was packing up to leave. When she heard Sylvia answer her phone, she paused, sensing something was wrong.

On the drive over, Sylvia’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel. She couldn’t stop worrying that if Harry realized Amy had called for help, he might lash out.

Milanda sat in the passenger seat, frowning. “Should we call the police?”

“Let’s see what’s going on first,” Sylvia replied.

Milanda considered this and nodded. That morning, Amy had still been defending Harry. If this was just a lovers’ quarrel and they called the cops, it could all blow up in their faces.

She dug into her purse and pulled out a small canister of pepper spray and a stun gun. “If that jerk tries anything, I’ll zap him with this.”

Sylvia shot her a quick glance. “Does that thing actually work?”

“It does!” Milanda demonstrated, flicking the safety switch. “See? It even has a stun feature.”

On any other day, Sylvia might have laughed, but tonight she was too worried about Amy to joke. “If he tries anything, don’t hold back.”

Milanda nodded, deadly serious. “Don’t worry. I won’t.”