The Sway and Slide of Love

Hendrix didn't even spare Marshall and Marla a glance. Instead, he turned to the people behind him and said, "Search for Noelle."

The moment the words left his mouth, his men moved in without hesitation.

"Hendrix Freeman! This is my home. You're trespassing on private property!" Marla shouted.

"Noelle came to your party and then disappeared. So what's so wrong with me searching for her here?"

"Are you seriously accusing us of hiding her?"

Instead of responding, Hendrix simply followed the others upstairs.

However, it wasn't long before the police called him, informing him that Noelle had likely been taken away by someone.

Whoever took her was clearly familiar with the Swift family's estate surveillance layout. They carefully avoided the cameras while moving through the property.

The only footage they managed to capture was a brief glimpse of an arm flashing across one of the cameras. It appeared that Noelle had been carried away-her arms hanging limply at her side.

It lasted no more than two seconds, and only a small part of her arm was visible. But Hendrix recognized it instantly.

"That's Noelle," he said, his voice calm but trembling slightly. "So? Where is she now?"

"We're still tracking down the owner of the vehicle," the police replied.

Hendrix didn't say anything else. He slowly hung up the phone, then leaned against the wall, as if all the strength had suddenly drained from his body.

"Now that it's confirmed Noelle isn't here, take your people and leave!" Marla said.

But Hendrix didn't respond. His apparent disregard for her only made Marla angrier.

She stepped forward, about to slap him when he suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "Was Dylan also on the guest list for the party last night?"

His question caught Marla off guard. Then, she frowned deeply. "What are you implying? Are you suggesting Dylan took Noelle? That's impossible!"

Hendrix didn't have time to argue about what was possible or not. From Marla's reaction, he had- already gotten the answer he

needed. Thus, he turned and eft

without another word.

It was almost laughable. Despite Dylan having established Dyno Corporation for

so many years, this was the first time Hendrix had ever set foot in the place.

He didn't waste time with the receptionist. After stepping out of the elevator, he headed straight for Dylan's office.

"Sir, what are you doing? This is a restricted office area! You can't just—"

Hendrix didn't even spare the man a glance. He simply reached out and pushed open the office door in front of him.

It was his first time here, so he had no idea which office belonged to Dylan. But that didn't matter-one by one, he kicked the doors open. The entire office floor was instantly thrown into chaos-not like Hendrix cared.

Fortunately, Dylan didn't make him search for long. Just as Hendrix was about to kick open another door, Dylan's voice came from ahead, "Mr. Freeman, what are you doing?"

Hearing the voice, Hendrix finally stopped. Then, he slowly turned around.noveldrama

Dylan was standing not far away, looking at him with his eyebrows slightly raised in confusion.

"Where's Noelle?" Hendrix demanded.

"What are you talking about?"

"You took Noelle, didn't you? Where is she now?" Hendrix's eyes were bloodshot, his voice icy cold. "I don't have time to waste with you. Tell me. Where is she?"