When Love Is a Lie (Whitney and Damian) novel Chapter 41

Whitmere watched as Noel’s cai merged into traffic, slowly fading fin

Only then did she recognize a strange feeling stirring within her. Why had she been so angry when Noel defended Tuchel? Her anger was even stronger than it had been when she first discovered Damian’s betrayal.

And beneath that anges lay a confusing sense of disappointment as it an answer lingered just beyond her grasp. She forced herself to stop overthinking it

The next day. Helens called, and they agreed to meet directly at the hotel entrance.

Whitney had taken a few days off work, with Turnian’s apponal. 186 knew het trasout, and even if he hadn’t agreed, she wouldn’t have gone to the office anyway.

When she met Helena at the hotel, Whitney relayed Noel’s suggestions exactly as he had described them.

“Noel’s lucky he didn’t become a lawyer. Otherwise, there’d be no work left for me,” Helena quipped.

They approached the lobby manager, and Helena introsaced herself as a lawyer, explaining the purpose of their visit. The manager led them to the general manager’s office.

Eugene Hill, the hotel’s general manager, was a man in his early tos with a receding hairlin

After listening to the lobby manager’s summary, Eugene looked troubled. “It’s not that we don’t want to cooperate, but questioning each of our staff would take a lot of time. We’re extremely busy right now, and even a brief interruption could lead to paest complaints”

Helena smiled. “It’s just a few quick questions. It won’t take long, Mr. Ht If you could do as this favor

But despite her gentle persistence, Helena lacked the authority to compel questioning without a warrant.

Eugene chuckled politely, his refusal firm. I’m sorry. If you come back with a warrant or bring the police along, we’ll be happy to cooperate.”

With that, they were escorted out of the hotel

“That Mr. Hill is a slippery one,” Helena muttered in frustration.

Without surveillance footage witnesses, their investigation was looking increasingly difficult

Just as their spirits were sinking, Whitney heard Helena call out into the lobby. She looked up and saw Noel emerging from the hotel elevator

Nool was dressed in a dark suit and silver–framed glasses. His sharp jaw turned slightly as he spoke with someone by his side.

Hearing someone call his name, Noel looked over, changed a few more words with his companion, and then headed toward them.

“Noel, what are you doing here?” Helena asked.

“There’s a design seminar being held here today,” he replied.