Chapter 312


    Chapter 312 Someone’s in the Closet


    Noah’s eyes flickered with slight surprise, a momentary shimmer of perplexity crossing his amber gaze.


    However, he swiftly regained hisposure and calmly responded, “You’ll find someone better.”


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    The man might not possess Joseph’s wealth, but he would undoubtedly have a better temperament


    than him.


    “Thank you, Noah,” Chloe replied.


    “I’ll get a car to take you home, but it’ll take about half an hour,” Noah offered.


    “No need to trouble yourself. I already called a cab. We’ll meet again when the opportunity arises,”


    Chloe declined.


    Noah nodded. “All right, until next time then.”


    Shortly after parting ways with Noah, that lingering feeling of being followed resurfaced within Chloe.


    She quickened her pace and suddenly turned her head. It was a long street ahead, popted by


    several individuals resembling office workers and a man wearing headphones, lost in his own world of


    music. Unable to discern anything unusual, she continued walking. toward the hotel.


    The room Noah arranged for Chloe was a deluxe suite with a spacious wardrobe in addition to other


    amenities. Chloe retrieved her luggage from the corner and began organizing her clothes. Just as she


    finished folding a piece and ced it in the suitcase, she sensed something was amiss.


    A man’s breath, low and controlled, emanated from the wardrobe. Her nerves had been on edge for the


    past few days, and she instantly picked up on it. Someone had entered her room and was now hiding


    inside the wardrobe, patiently waiting for her return.


    Chloe’s mind exploded with a buzzing sensation, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.


    Fear gripped her, causing her breathing to be rapid. She fought to maintain control, setting down


    the clothes in her hands, and swiftly sprinted toward the door. The moment she started running, the


    cab door was kicked open, revealing the face of a strange man who mercilessly seized her hair,


    forcefully mming her head against the wall.


    Thud!


    The intense pain spread through Chloe as fresh crimson liquid trickled down her head, instantly dyeing


    her vision a bloody red. She stopped struggling and copsed onto the floor, her entire body going limp.


    The man bent down, wanting to assess her condition. Chloe abruptly opened her eyes and mustered


    all her strength to deliver a punch directly into his eyes.


    Caught off guard, the man instinctively covered his eyes, cursing under his breath.


    Seizing the opportunity, Chloe quickly got up and attempted to run. Just as her hand touched the


    doorknob and before she could even make a move, the door swung open. Standing outside was the


    man with headphones from earlier.


    The man caught sight of his injured aplice on the floor and swiftly kicked Chloe in the stomach.


    She fell to the floor, clutching her abdomen in pain and whimpering.


    The man, seeing that she was still conscious, struck her across the head with a forceful p.


    This time, Chloe’s eyes closed, and she truly lost consciousness.


    In the early morning, Icarus went to the Johnsons’ office in the afternoon but did not find. Chloe there.


    He called her, but the call went unanswered. He then went to her house but still could not find her.


    Icarus thought the shoot had been dyed, so he waited for several hours. When he tried calling


    again, her phone was switched off. He realized something was amiss and immediately contacted Emily,


    only to learn that Emily had also tried calling Chloe the previous day, but received no response.


    Worried that something might have happened to Chloe, they called Noah, and the staff informed them


    that the shoot had ended the previous night.


    After some initial hesitation, Emily chose to report the incident to the police.


    “It hasn’t been twenty-four hours yet. Come back when it is,” the officer responded.


    Emily was indignant. “What if something happened to her earlier? Every second counts!”


    “That’s how the country’s regtions work. Try to locate her yourselves first,” the officer insisted.


    Emily’s anger surged, and just when she wanted to argue with the officer, Icarus grabbed her arm and


    said, “I’ll get someone to search Aesper first. If there are no leads, then Chloe must be in Docwood. We


    can go directly to the police there.”


    Emily nodded, feeling lost and helpless.


    Meanwhile, Harold called Joseph and reminded him to attend their friend’s birthday party in Docwood


    tonight. He also reminded him to bring Chloe along.


    Joseph rubbed his temples and sent a message to Chloe. After finishing his meeting, he waited for


    another two hours but did not receive a reply from her.