<h4>Chapter 368: A Kidnapping Invitation</h4>


    In front of Hannah sat an elegant woman who looked barely in her thirties, yet she was none other than Mrs. Miller. Though originally from Country W, her marriage to Kyle had led everyone in Country S to refer to her as Mrs. Miller, erasing her original name from memory.


    With a perfect face reflecting her mixed heritage, Mrs. Miller’s expression was taut as she sneered coldly, "I didn’t expect a mere girl to show such disrespect toward someone from the Miller family. Fine, very well."


    Hannah wiped her tears delicately, looking frail. "Mommy, please don’t me my sister!"


    "Even after how she treats you, you still call her ’sister’? Liliana, don’t make me regret the affection I’ve shown you," Mrs. Miller replied icily, her eyes gleaming with frost.


    Hannah quickly grasped her hand, "Mommy, I truly don’t want you to be upset on my ount!"


    "Alright, alright, you’ve made your point," Mrs. Miller sighed softly, helpless against her daughter’s pleas.


    Hannah beamed and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. "You’re the best, Mommy!"


    Mrs. Miller smiled, but there was a chilling glint in her eyes.


    After Hannah and Logan left the estate, she turned to her assistant. "Toby, find out everything you can about this E. I need to understand exactly what kind of woman I’m dealing with and the most efficient way to handle her."


    "Yes, madam," Toby replied quietly, retreating from the room.


    Three hourster, Toby returned with a thick stack of documents. "Madam, here is the information we gathered. Ms. Davis is currently in a meeting at LX, and the file includes details on her husband, Eric."


    Mrs. Miller scoffed as she opened the file, reading through the sections with a furrowed brow.


    "A truly formidable young woman! To bring down her own vicious stepmother... looks like I need to see what she’s made of myself." While Mrs. Miller didn’t like E, she couldn’t help but respect her resilience.


    Having long understood the inner workings and betrayals of powerful families, Mrs. Miller quickly grasped the implications behind E’s history. The more she read, the more serious her expression became—E was no easy opponent.


    When she discovered Eric’s involvement, her disdain grew; she saw him as equally ruthless and cunning.


    She picked up her phone and called E directly, but E didn’t answer. The call eventually couldn’t go through at all, which infuriated Mrs. Miller. Her noble pride and aristocratic sense of entitlement made her rise to her feet with icy resolve.


    "Bring her here, whatever it takes."


    "Yes, madam."


    Four bodyguards from Country W answered coldly in unison.


    Meanwhile, E finished herpany meeting and reviewed the new designs for the week, pleased with her team’s growing skill. Her cousin Benjamin continued to contribute on weekends, gaining experience from the ground up at LR during the week.


    E finally left LX at five in the afternoon. Eric had asked her to meet him at the Sapphire Shores Tavern for dinner, and she was on her way.


    But just as her car left the bustling city and approached Jenny’s riverside district, two ck Hummers suddenly appeared, forcing her car to a stop.


    E watched as four men dressed in ck emerged from the vehicles, each one armed.


    "Ms. Davis," one of them said, "Mrs. Miller requests your presence."


    E raised her eyebrow slightly, and her two bodyguards grew visibly tense. She simply waved her hand dismissively, "You two go to the Sapphire Shores Tavern. I’ll join you shortly."


    The bodyguards’ faces darkened. "Madam, it’s too dangerous for you to go alone!"


    "Do you think it would be any less dangerous with you both there?" E chuckled lightly. "They have the numbers. If they wanted to harm me, they easily could. But this is awful society, and Mrs. Miller has a reputation to uphold. She wouldn’t risk doing anything extreme in public view."


    Reluctantly, the bodyguards allowed E to step out of the car, and she calmly got into the other vehicle.


    Mrs. Miller’s bodyguards were surprised. This woman wasn’t flustered or fearful, as they had expected, but calm andposed.


    As the two Hummers pulled away, the bodyguards quickly called Eric, informing him of what had just happened.


    Twenty minutester.


    In a vi on the southwestern outskirts of the city, E followed two ck-d men inside, immediately spotting a woman seated in the luxurious living room.


    With golden curls and delicate features, the woman held a ss of wine, its crimson hue catching the light. This was Mrs. Miller.


    Her every move exuded an aristocratic pride and sophistication. She smiled coldly, radiating a quiet arrogance. "Miss Davis, you’ve finally arrived."


    E stepped forward and nodded gracefully. "I didn’t realize Mrs. Miller was so weing, even sending people to bring me here."


    There was no hostility or sarcasm in E’s tone, just a poised smile. "This vi is lovely. Did Mrs. Miller buy it for her beloved daughter?"


    Mrs. Millerughed, her tone slightly mocking. "No, this was a gift from Mr. Scott for Hannah. Miss Davis, you are rather difficult to get ahold of. I personally called, but you wouldn’t answer."


    It was a shameless attempt to twist the truth—what had been forceful coercion was now called an "invitation." But E remained calm, unfazed. "Apologies, Mrs. Miller. I don’t appreciate unsolicited calls, so I don’t answer unknown numbers."


    Mrs. Miller’s expression grew colder. "I see Miss Davis has quite a bold personality. But... the bolder they are, the shorter their lifespan."


    "Oh? Do you have any examples, Mrs. Miller? I’m a realist—I don’t entertain rumors without evidence."


    E sat down uninvited, despite Mrs. Miller’s attempt to leave her standing. But E had no reason to y along with such petty power games.


    "Mrs. Miller, let’s get to the point," E said, her gaze calm and imperturbable, as if staring into a deep, still pool.


    Mrs. Miller was privately impressed by E’sposure, though it only intensified her dislike. She loathed seeing her beloved goddaughter Hannah overshadowed by this woman’s poise and strength.


    "I’ve heard... that Miss Davis mistreated Hannah while she was in the mental health facility?" Mrs. Miller’s tone suddenly turned frosty.


    The rumors had circted since the night of Tiffany’s birthday party, where Hannah had alluded to her "suffering," catching the attention of many guests. Mrs. Miller had learned the details through her connections.


    Her expression turned sharp and severe. "I never expected that someone from the Miller family would be treated with such disregard here in Country S. That night, Hannah cried for hours. I presume we have you to thank for that?"


    E raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely surprised. "And what does her crying have to do with me? Mrs. Miller, if you’re uncertain about what happened, perhaps you should watch the video recording of that evening’s event."