Would he follow the trail after receiving these valuable clues?


    If the information was leaked and he still didn''te for her, she would surely fall into despair and hate him even more.


    But even if he did find her, there was no guarantee she could escape.


    Sandra had a sinking feeling that this man was plotting something terrible.


    She looked up, her gaze fixed on Quennel, trying to read him. But he just smiled faintly, stood up, and left the cell.


    "Quennel!" Sandra suddenly screamed. “You already got what you wanted! Why are you still doing this? I told you everything I know! Why are you still torturing me? Are you even human?!"


    The roar echoed behind him. Quennel paused and looked back at her.


    "Whether I''m human isn''t important. What''s important is that you''re not. Do you really think I don''t know what you did to Hannah these past three years?"


    Quennel turned to face her fully, his eyes narrowing as a sh of fury crossed his face.


    "When you were doing those things to Hannah, did you ever stop to think why? Why were you tormenting her?"


    "You were the one who chose to give up on that marriage, but when you regretted it, you took out all your hatred on Hannah. If you had the guts to go after Hannah, then I have the guts to go after you. I may have gotten what I wanted, but that doesn''t mean I''ll stop torturing you. You can stay here and pray that Lionel finds you soon and delivers you from this hell."


    With that, Quennel turned and walked away, his eyes burning with rage, his hands clenched into tight fists.


    What he was doing now was nothingpared to the cruelty Sandra had shown Hannah.


    And she couldn''t take it already? That was a joke. She had made Hannah suffer so much; he wasn''t about to let her off so easily.


    Quennel turned to a subordinate standing nearby. "Leak some


    information to Lionel. Then, report everything tiapes each day to Sandra Make sure she knows that Lionel is aware of her whereabouts but still isn''ting to save her."


    "Yes, sir!"


    That way, Sandra would hear every day what Lionel was up to-how he was chasing Hannah again, begging for her forgiveness again, all while knowing where Sandra was and doing nothing. He would make Sandra live in a state of constant, unending despair.


    When Lionel returned to his hotel, he noticed a letter on his desk.


    He cautiously checked the surroundings, the door, and the windows, but found no signs of forced entry.


    He was certain there was nothing on


    the desk when he left. He called the


    front desk, and they checked the security footage. Besides housekeeping, no one else had


    entered his room.


    to''


    It seemed someone had disguised themselves as a member of the cleaning staff to deliver the letter, but he had no idea who.


    He opened the envelope and read the contents. His eyes widened in shock.


    The letter detailed what had happened to Sandra after she escaped that day.


    But it only mentioned that the two of them had boarded a helicopter. There was nothing after that.


    Now, the target was a helicopter.


    Lionel thought for a moment, then ordered his men to investigate it.