With a mocking smile, Galilea responded, “You know what? I still don't care.”

She tilted her head to observe Sabrina and raised her eyebrows to convey her indifference.

The corner of Sabrina's mouth twitched.

She glared at Galilea, seething. Only by clenching her fists could she restrain the urge to slap her.

Sabrina's heart sank. There was no hope that Galilea would testify.

She could only hope that Murray wouldn't deceive her and that he could bring Hobson back to the country.

At that moment, Sabrina's phone buzzed.

It was a reply from Murray.

He wrote, “We apprehended Hobson. But he managed to escape just as we reached the border!"

Worried she might not believe him, he sent several photos showing Hobson tied up.

Sabrina recognized Hobson. It seemed Murray was telling the truth, but Hobson had slipped away.

After his escape, he would be well prepared and hard to catch again.

Her heart sank in an instant, and she was incomparably depressed.

She feared she couldn't rely on Hobson's capture now.

Yet, for her father's sake, she had to persist in seeking vengeance.

Sabrina faced Galilea. “Since you agreed to see me, you didn't intend to refuse me, did you? Just tell me what you want!"

“It seems that you're not just a pretty face. I've recently returned to work and could use an assistant," Galilea said, leisurely sipping her red wine. “If you work as my assistant for a month, I'll consent to testifying against them."

Sabrina grasped that Galilea didn't genuinely need an assistant. It was a tactic to provoke and demean her. Agreeing would mean enduring a month of torment at her hands.

However, she had no other option but to comply.

low can I be certain you'll keep your word?" asked Sabrina.