Chapter 197 A Kiss on His Cheek

On the balcony, Noel stood holding his phone to his ear. After only a few seconds, a warm, amused voice came through. "Finally, Noel, I've been waiting for your call." Everything had become clear—Damian was behind Whitney's abduction. He had orchestrated it all and was likely expecting this call. "We need to talk," Noel's voice was icy, devoid of emotion. "Of course. But you'll come alone. No tricks. If you pull anything, I can't guarantee her safety." Damian sounded calm as if he already had the upper hand. "How do I find you?" "Wait for my instructions." The call ended. Noel lowered the phone, glancing at his laptop. As expected, there was no signal trace of Damian's location—he'd covered his tracks well. Two minutes later, a text came through with an address and a time. … The abandoned factory's lack of windows made it impossible to tell how long Whitney had been held. Someone brought food periodically, but her hands were never untied, so the meals