Chapter 92 Where Did He Hide Her


    Emma straightened her back, maintaining her elegant and proud demeanor, and walked away with graceful steps. As soon as she left, William immediately called his sons to leave


    as well.


    "Mr. Holden Senior, Marcus, we''ll head down now. Emma is upset. We''ll take her home first,” William said.


    He exchanged a polite nod with Charles and cast a nce at the icy, indifferent Marcus before leaving his bedroom.


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    “William, let''s gather another day. I''m sorry about tonight. As for the engagement between Marcus and Emma, I think we should call everyone together soon to formally call it off.


    “Of course, Mr. Holden Senior. We''ll follow your lead," William replied, agreeing without hesitation before the entire Walker family took their leave.


    Charles didn''t leave. He shut the door behind them and began searching the bedroom without saying a word to Marcus. He checked under the desk, inside the bookshelves, under the bed, on the balcony, in the walk-in closet-everywhere in the room he could think of.


    Finally, only the bathroom remained.


    “Grandpa, please step out,” Marcus said immediately, realizing what Charles intended to do. He blocked the door before Charles opened it.


    “Move aside. I''m just going to use the restroom,” Charles replied stubbornly. “Can''t I use it?”


    Marcus pursed his lips. The restroom and the bathroom were in the same space, separated only by a ss partition. Charles would see Natalie if he went in, and it would be hard to exin by then.


    “Grandpa, you can use the bathroom in the guest room.”


    “No. I insist on using this one," Charles snapped, ring at him. He wanted to see if Marcus would tell him the truth or not.


    “You should be happy that I''ve agreed to cancel your engagement with Emma. I''ve already done things ording to your wish, tell me where you hid her."


    He teased as he looked at Marcus before knocking on the door of the restroom. "Is she inside? She must be inside."


    Marcus rubbed his forehead helplessly. Knowing how much Charles wanted to have a great-grandchild, he would want him to be with another woman now that Emma was out of the picture.


    Hence, he couldn''t let Charles find out that he had hidden someone in the bathroom.


    “Grandpa, it''s time for your medicine,” Marcus reminded, trying to redirect him.


    “Ms. Sterling asked you to focus on recuperating and preparing for the acupuncture treatment.”


    "Don''t change the subject. I know you''re hiding someone," Charles said.


    “When Emma couldn''t get the door open and came to ask me to get the butler for the key, her face was pale as a sheet.


    "I also know that she drugged you,” Charles added with a cold snort. "I can''t believe it. The Walker family, a prestigious family for generations, brought up a daughter who resorts to drugging others.


    “Emma outright denied it, but if not for the rtionship between our families, and for the sake of taking care of William''s pride, I would''ve exposed that wretched woman on the spot. Appearance doesn''t matter, but bad character? That''s something the Holden family cannot ept."


    Marcus wanted to ask if he knew about his so-called god-sister, Grace, plotting to have her granddaughter seduce him, marry him, and take revenge on her ex-fiancé and Selena.


    But knowing Charles'' favoritism, he''d likely respond by scolding him and saying, "Grace has already suffered so much, and Natalie has been bullied by the Langley family to the point she doesn''t even know her own name. Why can''t you help them?"


    And if he dared argue back, Charles would probably say, "Marcus, did I raise you to be this cold-blooded and heartless? If you have no sympathy, don''t call yourself my grandson. I don''t want a grandson like you.”


    Imagining this conversation in his head, he gave up on arguing altogether.


    “Grandpa, go take your medicine," he urged again, taking hold of Charles'' arm and trying to lead him toward the door.


    "No." Charles'' stubborn streak red as he nted his feet. "If you don''t let me check, I''m not leaving."


    "Grandpa."


    "Marcus!" His loud voice cut off Marcus'' protest.


    “Fine. Take a look.” Marcus finally relented, stepping forward and opening the bathroom door.


    Charles immediately leaned in for a look. The bathroom was empty-no signs of anyone hiding there, no trace of life, Before he could search further, Marcus pulled him back and mmed the door shut with a loud bang. “Grandpa, you''ve seen for yourself. There''s no one here."


    “I dealt with the drug Emma used on me by taking a cold shower,” Marcus said tly before promptly escorting Charles out.


    "But-"


    "No buts." Before Charles could say another word, Marcus closed the door behind him.


    Outside, Charles stood staring at the closed door, deep in thought. He was absolutely certain someone was hiding in Marcus'' room.


    But where?


    The bathroom was a straightforwardyout-he''d seen the whole space at a nce, and there was clearly no one inside.


    If only he could have searched more carefully. Then, he''d have caught them red-handed and made Marcus take responsibility for the woman.


    “Ah...” He sighed and was finally called away by Connie to take his medicine after standing there for a moment.


    Inside, separated by the closed door, Marcus locked it again and walked back into the bathroom.


    "Nathaniel,e out," he called.


    Chapter 92 Where Did He Hide Her


    Natalie pushed open the cab door and stepped out.


    "I''ll go out and draw everyone away. Then you can return to your room," he instructed, ncing at her.


    Her cheeks were slightly flushed, likely from the stifling air inside the cab.


    "No need," Natalie said calmly.


    "You''re not worried about stepping out now and finding my grandfather waiting right at the door?"


    Natalie hesitated briefly before sighing. “Fine. Just hurry.”


    She had no desire to stay in this confined space with him any longer.


    Though the room was soundproof to the outside, the walls within weren''t. She''d heard everything that had been said outside from her hiding spot.


    He handed her their damaged phones from earlier, saying, “See if yours still works.”


    she pressed the power button. The phone turned on, and the screen was undamaged.


    "It''s fine," she said.


    "Good. I''ll send you a messageter."


    Marcus'' phone, like hers, was custom-made and still functional.


    "You don''t have to hide in here anymore,” he said before turning and walking into the walk-in closet.


    She left the bathroom and sat casually on the couch.


    It wasn''t long before he returned, now dressed in a sleek, tailored ck suit. The minimalist design came without any logos, paired with a matching ck shirt beneath. His long legs looked elegant. If it weren''t for the perfectly symmetrical p marks on both sides of his face, he would have appearedposed, aloof, and entirely untouchable.