It was Rebecca.
Sandra had saved her dad, and Rebecca frequently updated Sandra about his health condition.
Oliver had made a full recovery and was due to be discharged from the hospital.
Sandra answered the call.
“Is this Sandra?”
The voice on the other end was unfamiliar, not Rebecca’s.
“Sandra, please hang up!”
Sobs followed, unmistakably Rebecca’s.
Rebecca must have been kidnapped.
Sandra walked out of the office.
“Who are you?” she inquired.
The caller demanded that she come to Glory Hospital immediately to save Rebecca’s life.
Sandra’s eyes flashed with cold fury.
Rebecca had been a comforting presence during her secluded life.
Rebecca was a nice girl and should be under her protection.
Now, someone dared to use Rebecca to coerce her?
Sandra ended the call.
“Mr. Cooper,” Joey called out, his expression serious.
The Design Department had been swamped with work due to orders from two major clients.
Even Wesley had been busy working on a contract when Joey entered his office.
“What?” Wesley asked without looking up.
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Joey gasped for air, clearly with urgent news to share.
“Mrs. Cooper has left the company,” Joey informed him, checking the car’s GPS, which showed she was en route to Glory Hospital.
Wesley paused in his movements.
Joey added, “Earl is also hospitalized there.”
Earl had not been punished enough last night, and now Sandra was seeking to confront him?
The Black family was not to be trifled with.
This might not end with an unscathed departure.
Wesley’s face darkened. “Prepare the car.”
Joey swiftly departed the company with Wesley.
Their departure was hardly a secret.
It was promptly brought to Debra’s attention, who sneered disdainfully.
“You don’t take work seriously, do you?”
Kenny said,
“Mrs. Cooper, if we do not penalize Wesley and Sandra for unexcused absences from work, it may set a poor example for the rest of our workforce.”
His words struck a chord with Debra.
She replied, “See what the company policy dictates and administer the sanction accordingly.”
Kenny seemed dissatisfied. “Just that?”
Debra’s lips curled into a smirk.
“They are department leaders. Thus, they deserve threefold the penalty.”
Kenny immediately brightened at her response. “Mrs. Cooper, you are good.”
At a warehouse in Glory Hospital,
Rebecca was bound to a chair, her body marred by bruises and cuts. A fresh flow of blood ran from her forehead.
Her gaze remained defiant, resolutely refusing to divulge any information regarding Sandra.
A woman stood before her, dressed in Chanel haute couture. The click-clack of her stiletto heels reverberated through the room.
She would have been deemed elegant at Fashion Week, but now she seemed sinister within the shadowy confines of the warehouse.
“Still unwilling to speak?” the woman inquired, her lips twitching with a cold smile.
Rebecca glowered back.
“Very well, you’ve got spirit and loyalty. It doesn’t surprise me, since Sandra has granted you a job and cured your dad. She knows how to buy people’s hearts, doesn’t she?”
The position was given to her by Sandra?
Her eyes immediately moistened.
Sandra is really too kind to her.
She had nothing to repay Sandra for in her lifetime.
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t speak. Elle won’t leave you to die once she learns you’re here. I’ll wait for her arrival.”
Rebecca’s rage was palpable in her vehement retort about not sparing the woman, even in death.
Undeterred by her threats, the woman coldly dismissed them as boring.
At that moment, one of her bodyguards burst through the door, announcing Sandra’s imminent arrival.
Sandra had been meticulously tracking Rebecca’s whereabouts using sophisticated hacking techniques and was now closing in on the warehouse.
The woman glanced at her watch with appreciation.
“She’s quicker than I thought.”
“Shall we let her in?” her bodyguard inquired.
The woman nodded, instructing him to administer a specific drug to Rebecca.
Rebecca couldn’t withstand the torture and was forced to take it.
The woman smirked. “Sandra is going to beg me for the antidote.”
She departed through an alternate exit with her bodyguards. The moment they vacated, the warehouse door was violently kicked open.
Sandra stood at the threshold, an aura of fury about her.
Rebecca, overcome with relief, sobbed. “Sandra.”
Her voice choked with emotion.
Through her recent tortures, she had shed no tears. Now they streamed down her face uncontrollably.
Sandra surveyed the warehouse interior swiftly, releasing Rebecca from her restraints.
Rebecca gestured toward a section of the wall with a secret exit through which her captors had fled.
Sandra frowned.
They only wanted to show her Rebecca’s distress?
Their hasty retreat was baffling.
Ignoring the secret passage, Sandra grabbed Rebecca’s wrist instead.
Rebecca struggled, insisting she was unharmed.
Sandra remained silent and continued to check her pulse.
Immediately, Sandra’s face turned even darker.
Rebecca’s voice had become much quieter.
“I’ve been catching a cold lately. Just take some medicine, and it’ll be fine.”
Sandra released her hand.
“You’ve been given a slow-acting poison.”
Rebecca, taken aback, realized she was referring to the drug she had been forced to swallow.
“It is an experimental drug, and its properties have not been determined yet.”
This implied there might be no cure.
Pale with fear, Rebecca soon resigned herself to her fate.
“Sandra, it’s okay…”
Sandra interrupted.
“Without an antidote, you have only three months to live.”
Rebecca trembled.
“Sandra…”
“They’re forcing my hand!” Sandra clenched her fists, her eyes blazing with vengeful fire.
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