Moreover, it seemed this man had already predicted that she would never betray him and would, in fact, turn the tables on Lionel.


    That must be why he had so confidently let her go. Her departure was just another part of his n.


    In that instant, Sandra felt as if Quennel''s eyes were watching her every move, monitoring her from above. Every thought she had, every word she spoke, was all being orchestrated ording to his will.


    The thought made her breath catch in her throat.


    Besides, even if she had told the truth today and confessed that Quennel had imprisoned her, it would have been pointless. Lionel would never be able to find any evidence.


    So, whether she told the truth or lied, it made no difference. The man''s schemes ran too deep, his nning too meticulous.


    She was just a pawn in his game. No matter how she struggled or what she tried, she could never escape his grand design.


    Sandra took a long, deep breath and let it out slowly, rubbing her temples.


    When she opened her eyes again, the light in them was gone. She stared nkly into the distance.


    Fine. Whatever. It didn''t matter anymore. There was no point in racking her brain over it.


    Any further thought was useless. She would just do as the note instructed. That was probably her only chance of survival.


    After all, if even her escape was part of his n, any deviation would likely mean her death.


    Sandra closed the window, climbed into bed, and pulled the covers over her, curling into a ball.


    Tonight, she had a warm nket. It was nothing like before.


    She had never imagined that simply sleeping in a bed at night could feel like such an incredible luxury.


    Lionel listened to his men report on Sandra''s condition.


    "Are you sure she didn''t touch anything in her room? That she just stood by the window looking outside and nothing else happened?"


    After hearing his subordinate''s report, Lionel felt that something was off, though he couldn''t pinpoint what it was.


    The staff member nodded. “Yes, sir.


    After Ms. Woods went to the


    bathroom, she came out and


    seemed to havee to. a realization. Perhaps she


    /


    understands that not cooperating with you will have dire


    consequences."


    Lionel didn''t speak, merely waving his hand to dismiss him.


    If Sandra had trulye to her senses, it was undoubtedly a good thing.


    With a witness secured, the next


    step was to find physical evidence. Tomorrow, he would go to the Rosenberg estate and see if he could find any surveince footage to prove Quennel''s guilt.


    The next morning, Lionel set off for the Rosenberg estate.


    It was as if Quennel had known he wasing. He wasn''t at the office; instead, he


    was waiting in the living room with their mother.


    As soon as he saw Lionel, Quennel stood up and greeted him warmly.


    "Long time no see. I heard you came by yesterday and took Sandra away. How strange. Wasn''t she in Kiron How did she end up in the


    oned house?"


    fo


    Quennel walked up to him, his curiosity feigned. “Don''t tell me you hid her there yourself ahead of time?"


    Listening to his immediate, baseless usations, Lionel strode over without a word and grabbed him by the cor.


    "Quennel, don''t you feel the least bit guilty saying that? Do you really think I don''t know you''re the one who kidnapped her?"