When Love Is a Lie (Whitney and Damian) novel Chapter 98

hapter 98 How Did You Get In

Everyone turned in surprise toward the door when they heard the sound. There stood Whitney, unharmed, with only a damp spot on her clothes as evidence of the ordeal.

Yvette ran over quickly. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt? You scared me!”

She was the one who brought Whitney here and didn’t accompany her to change clothes. If something happened to Whitney today, she would never forgive herself.

“I’m fine. See? All in one piece.” Whitney said, stretching her arms and doing a little spin.

Yvette was finally relieved. “Thank goodness. When we saw you weren’t here, Noel was about to go and check the security footage.”

She realized that the flash of urgency she had seen in Noel’s eyes earlier wasn’t frustration–it was worry.

Whitney looked at him again. His dark, deep–set eyes now concealed any trace of emotion.

“Ms. Spencer, what exactly happened? Thomas looked at Rachel and then at Whitney.

“Why was Rachel in your room, and who was that man? You said you were going back to change, but your came in from outside?”

Thomas’s question made everyone notice something was wrong.

Yvette was puzzled. “Yeah, how did you end up outside?”

Whitney looked inside and saw Damian holding a pale–faced Rachel close. The sight left her feeling strangely indifferent.

Rachel saw her and suddenly erupted in a crazed scream, “It was you! You did this to me! You wicked

woman!”

Whitney let out a cold laugh. “I did this to you? What exactly did I do to you, Rachel? Tell me.”

Rachel looked up and cried to Damian, “Uncle Damian, it was all her doing! She’s the one who set me up, I swear!”

Damian’s face became gloomy. “Whitney, did you do this?

“So, without even hearing my side, you’re ready to pin the blame on me.”

There was no longer any disappointment in Whitney’s eyes, only deep–seated irony.

Damian felt a chill run through him.

“Rachel, we both know what kind of person you are. We’d be lucky if you weren’t scheming against us, and now you have the nerve to turn around and blame Whitney? How shameless can you get!”

Yvette couldn’t hold back her anger and she looked like she wanted to slap Rachel to knock some sense into her.

Damian looked coldly at Thomas. “Mr. York, aren’t you going to control your woman?”

“Who is his woman? I’ve got a name. If you’re mad, Mr. Howard, come at me directly. I can take responsibility for myself.”

Whitney tugged at Yvette, shaking her head. This was her own battle to fight, and she didn’t want her best

friend getting into trouble with Damian on her account.

Thomas raised his hands in mock surrender and said, “Mr. Howard, as you can see, it’s not that I don’t want to intervene, it’s that she’s too formidable. I can’t manage her.”

Damian sneered. “It seems like Mr. York isn’t interested in working with Howard Group, then.”

“Business and personal matters are separate, Mr. Howard. Why mix the two?” Thomas laughed, as if he was joking but his eyes glinted with defiance.

Just then, Whitney spoke up in a cold tone. “Mr. Howard, are you planning to blindly accuse everyone here without knowing the truth?”

“Then, explain it to us,” Damian said as his gaze hardened.

Whitney recounted her story steadily, “I spilled juice on myself and came back to change. I noticed. someone might be following me.”

As she recounted what happened, the details flooded back vividly in her mind.

When she found the door couldn’t open, a creepy man lunged at her with red eyes and grabbed her tightly.

Whitney struggled hard, fought with all her strength, punching and kicking him, but the man only seemed to grow more excited, like he was under the influence of drugs.

In a desperate move, she stomped hard on his foot with her stiletto heel. Thankfully, her sharp heel drove into his foot, making him scream in pain and let go.