At first, she thought it was Lionel''s car, but as it pulled up beside her, she realized it wasn''t.


    Hannah instinctively shuffled to the side as a door was flung open.


    Before she could react, two burly men in masks and hats rushed out of the car. Their thick arms seized her slender ones, and they began dragging her toward the vehicle.


    "Let me go! Who are you? Let go of me—" Hannah struggled violently, bracing her feet against the car''s running board.


    But her strength was no match for theirs. After less than ten seconds of fighting, she was roughly thrown inside.


    Thump-


    The door mmed shut, silencing her cries for help.


    After dealing with his business, Lionel rushed back to the estate.


    "Tell Hannah toe here."


    The servant paused for a moment, recalling the figure she had seen in the rain earlier. "The young mistress has already left."


    Lionel''s brow tightened. "Left?"


    Sensing the dangerous aura emanating from him, the servant''s heart pounded with fear. She managed a stiff nod.


    He took out his phone to call her but then had a thought. "Did my mother tell her to leave?"


    The servant hesitated, her eyes darting away. "The mistress said she was going to rest and told the young mistress to wait outside. So... the young mistress left."


    "Outside?"


    Listening to the roar of the storm, Lionel felt as if he were being sucked into a vortex. His gaze drifted around the surroundings in a daze.


    "She was waiting for me out here?" he asked in disbelief.


    The servant didn''t dare reply, only nodding.


    The moment she did, Lionel frantically dialed Hannah''s number.


    "The number you have dialed is..."


    The cold, electronic voice on the other end made his pupils constrict. He rushed back to his car and sped off.


    On the way, he dialed her number again and again, but the calls went unanswered.


    Seeing him leave, the servant turned and went upstairs to report.


    Mrs. Mary Rosenberg stood by the window, sipping water as she watched the car disappear into the rainy night.


    "Ma''am, I think I saw a car take the young mistress away just now. It didn''t look like Mr. Lionel''s."


    The servant had initially thought it was Lionel''s car but realized something was wrong when she saw men get out and violently drag Hannah inside.


    She had wanted to report it immediately, but the mistress had ignored her, leaving


    her unsure of what to do. She had decided to stay silent.


    Mrs. Mary Rosenberg took a sip of her water "It doesn''t matter. He doesn''t care about his own people so why should I? Tomorrow have someone arrange for Quennel''s matchmaking."


    "Yes, ma''am," the servant said, backing out of the room.


    After the servant left, Mrs. Mary Rosenberg''s gaze remained fixed on the spot where the car had vanished. On her calm face her eyes flickered almost imperceptibly,


    hiding a turbulent storm within.


    If that secret gets out, I''m finished.


    I could have lived my life in peace. The person who should never have


    reappeared just had to show up before me. In that case, don''t me me for being ruthless!


    Mrs. Mary Rosenberg raised the cup


    and drained its contents. Staring at the flower petals stuck to the inside,


    she recoiled as if seeing something. disgusting and threw the cup into the trash.


    The storm raged, and fierce winds battered the windows.


    Hannah''s consciousness slowly returned. She pried open her heavy eyelids, her vision blurry as she took in her surroundings.


    She was in a dpidated house, overgrown with weeds. The walls were rotting


    and peeling, and the air was thick with the smell of mold and rain-soaked earth.


    The four men who had kidnapped her were sitting on a nearby sofa, talking among themselves.