Quennel let out a low chuckle. "You really are a cunning woman. I thought you hadn''t kept any evidence from back then-seems I underestimated you."


    Hearing his fearlessughter, Sandra shouted angrily into the phone, "Cut the crap! Answer me: are you willing to help me? No-let me rephrase. Will you cooperate with me? We''re on equal footing now. If you don''t help me escape Kiron and stop him froming after me, I''ll expose everything."


    "Quennel, if Hannah ever finds out that the one she respects and loves so much was the one who drugged her back then, do you think she''ll ever look at you the same? Will she despise you? Will she want to kill you? Will she feel like you''ve been deceiving her all along? I''ll give you five minutes to think about it!"


    "No need for five minutes. I''ve already sent someone to pick you up. They''ll take you on my private helicopter to Mixa. But there''s a condition—you must hand over all the evidence in your possession to them. Otherwise, don''t even think about boarding."


    Hearing his immediate response, Sandra was stunned for a moment, staring at her phone in disbelief.


    Why did he agree so quickly?


    Could this be a trap?


    "And I''ve already stationed people at all airports. If you dare show up anywhere else, they''ll capture you and bring you back immediately. You know very well I have the power to do that."


    "You"


    Before Sandra could finish, Quennel had already hung up.


    Daring to give me orders in that tone while asking for cooperation? What a joke. Only I set the terms-no one else.


    "How did it go? Did you reach an agreement?" Owen asked carefully from the side.


    "He said he''ll send someone to pick us up right away, but on the condition that I hand over all the evidence I have."


    Sandra gripped her phone tightly, a vague sense of unease growing inside her. Something felt off, but she couldn''t pinpoint what.


    "Then just give it to him. We can


    make extra copies anyway-he won''t know. Keeping one more copy just gives us another bargaining chipter The important thing is to get on that ne first. We''ll deal with the rest after."


    Owen spoke with a hint of


    excitement. After all, once they.


    boarded the ne andnd


    Mixa, they would finally be free from all of them.


    "That''s what I was thinking too."


    Not long after they finished talking, two men approached them, iming to have been sent by Quennel.


    Sandra and Owen exchanged a


    nce, asked a few key questions


    verify their identities, then followed


    thon


    to a private airfield, Content to a private an


    +


    "Mr. Rosenberg said you must hand over the materials first. Only then will we take off."


    Sandra passed them a USB drive. "Here."


    After receiving it, they immediately sent the files to Quennel.


    Once he confirmed their authenticity, his response came through: "Bring them back."


    "Yes, sir!" The man hung up and boarded the ne. "Mr. Rosenberg said we can take you back now."


    Hearing this, the two finally let out a sigh of relief.


    But just as they fastened their seatbelts, Sandra suddenly realized something was wrong.


    "Back? What do you mean? Didn''t you agree to take us to Mixa?"


    "Yeah! Where are you taking us?" Owen struggled, only to find that the seatbelts were locked-there was no way to unbuckle them.