The man ignored them, his expression grim as he prepared to start the helicopter.


    Sandra and Owen struggled frantically.


    Suddenly, they felt a pair of hands reach for them from behind. Just as they turned, they felt a sharp prick.


    Sandra caught a glimpse of the person behind them jabbing something into their necks.


    Before she could even ask what it was, they both slumped into unconsciousness.


    "They''re unconscious, Mr. Rosenberg. We''re taking off now and should reach our destination in three hours."


    "Good. Once you arrive, hand them over to our contacts. And make sure you''re not followed. It needs to look like they''re still in Kiron."


    "Understood!"


    Quennel stared grimly at the video ying on the screen. It was a recording of his negotiation with Sandra, right here in this very study.


    "You knew from the start he was just an orphan they brought back, that he had no real power. You knew all that, yet you first refused the marriage, then agreed, and now, at the eleventh hour, you''re backing out again? What do you take the Rosenberg family for?"


    Quennel demanded, looking up at Sandra from his seat on the sofa.


    "I''m just looking out for myself. And I''m not here to debate this with you. I know you''re interested in the girl he brought back. I can help you get her, but you have to help me first."


    Sandra forced a calm demeanor, facing the ruthless and intimidating man.


    Quennel raised an eyebrow, a flicker of interest in his eyes. "Go on. What do you propose?"


    "Hannah is in love with Lionel, but she knows he''s engaged and respects hismitment." Sandra sat down, pulling a small vial from her purse.


    "I heard him say that if she can''t marry Lionel, she''ll never marry o love anyone else. So, even though you love Hannah, you never have her as your wife. But I can make


    sure you ''have'' her."


    Quennel said nothing, his eyes fixed on her.


    "I need you to put this into whatever Lionel is drinkingter. That''s all. I can''t get


    close to him myself right now."


    Sandra slid the vial across the table toward Quennel.


    "But I can get close to Hannah. I''ll do the same to her drink, and then I''ll bring her to your room."


    Quennel picked up the vial, swirling its contents with a look of amusement.


    "So I drug Lionel''s drink. What''s your next move?" he asked.


    "I''ll get some random woman into his room, then tip off the press. When they find them together, he''ll be forced to marry her to save face getting him out of his engagement tome."


    Sandra smirked. "And Hannah will end up with you. Even if she won''t marry you, she''ll be yours. You can take videos, photos-whatever you need to ckmail her. You could even lock her away somewhere


    Believe me, if I could get to Lionel


    myself, I wouldn''t be here asking for


    your help."


    Sandraid out her n, waiting smugly for his response. After all, this was the perfect opportunity for Quennel to get Hannah.


    "To think that Ms. Woods, always praised for her gentle nature, could be so utterly depraved. It seems Lionel waspletely blind to your true character."