When Love Is a Lie (Whitney and Damian) novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200 She Is Your Fiancée, Not Mine 

Whitney had no idea how long Damian would be gone. If she tried to escape now and got caught, there would be no second chance, Instead, she pretended to stretch her amwand legs in the constant, all the while discreetly observing her summomdings. 

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Tvery exit still had two guards posted, and match moved about the countyard at regular intervals. It was no wonder Damian felt confident leaving her The chances it escape were slim almost nonexistent. 

e her umestrained. 

But stam didn’t mean impossible. 

Whitney caught sight of the maid who had let her sanity supplies the night before. The womanha jest emerged from a room, likely after cleaning it. 

“stiss, thank you for your help yesterday,”Whitney said, initiating a concitationi. 

The maid looked smeary, giving a slight shake of her head but staying silent. 

“I’d like to perpare something Damianlikes to eat. Do you kisiw when he’ll be back?” 

The maid shook her head again, clearly not permitted to talk to her, 

Whitney recalled how even the people delivering food to be at the factory never spoke. She tried another angle. “Is Mr. Enson amond? Maybe I can ask him 

This time, the mail gestured with her! 

shands he wasn’t time either 

Both Damian and Billy were absent, Whitney’s mind raced. If it were a minor issue, Damian would’ve sent Billy alone. Forneither of them to be around, it had to be something significant. That meant Damian might not retum anytime soon 

“Could you bong some food to my Loom? I’m feeling hungry,” Whitney requested with a polite smile. 

About half an hour later, the maid amived at her door with atray of food, only to find the door slightly ajar Pushing it open, she stepped inside–but the room was empty. 

Fanicking, the maid set the tray down and searched the room, calling out, “Ms. Spencer is gone! she’s gone! 

The commotion quickly drew the guards into the room 

“What do we do? Mr. Lawsonspecifically said to watch her closely. If she’s gone we’re shed!” one of them fitted 

“Spread out and search! She can’t have gone far. 

“Should we inform Mr. Lawson?” 

“blot vet rund berties!” 

The guards and maids rushed out, leaving the courtyard eerily quiet 

Moments later, the wardrobe door creaked opm. Whitney peeked out, scanning the room to ensure it was empty before stepping out. She crept to the doorway and coumed the courtyard was deserted–guards and maids alike had left to search for her 

without hesitation, Whitney made her move and ran. 

Noel followed the navigation to the address, drying miles outside Seabourke and winding through mountainous roads befoer arriving at an abandoned, unfinished building 

Two men in black approached as he stepped out of the car, conducting a thorough search to ensure he was unamed before escorting him upstairs. 

on the second floor, the room was space except for a luxurious leather couch where Damian sat, a wooden coffee table before him adorned with a collection of high 

and coffee equipment 

Sering Noel, Damian gestured to the opposite couch, “St 

Pouring a cup of coffee, Damian placed it in front of him. The two men appeared relaxed, their demeanor casual as if they were brothers catching up. Yet the conversation canted awright that could crush anyone listening. 

“You’ve gone too far this time. Did you even think about the consequences?” Noel asked, taking a small sip from the mug 

Thorl, have you ever considered that we’re family before deciding to investigate me? Danian’s smile was warm, his tone light, but his eyes glinted with 

Noel smiled hack, though his expression lacked any genuine wamoth “If you had nothing to hide, I wouldn’t have found anything that your ambition has made you reddess. be you even think about what this means for Howard Cup” 

Damian shrugged mochalar 

his tone laced with disdain. “Everything I’ve done has her for the Howard Group’s future. It’s Gandpa who’s stuck in the past, Den ligid to see the opportunities to make mode money ”