If their arrogant uncle learned of Sabrina's true identity, he would undoubtedly seek her favor.

"I understand," Evie hissed between clenched teeth. "Rest well in the hospital."

Finishing her work, Sabrina received a call from her driver. Her car had a flat tire. He needed to get another car and asked her to wait.

Noticing the sky outside her window, she replied, "You can go home. I'll take a taxi."

"No. Mr. Blakely insists I ensure you reach home safely."

The driver was adamant, so Sabrina conceded, asking him to call when he neared.

Sabrina continued working in her office for a while. Then, the driver called. "Mrs. Blakely, I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Understood. I'll await you downstairs. No need to drive into the parking lot."

"Okay."

Turning off her computer and office lights, Sabrina grabbed her bag and descended. She waited for the driver, observing the traffic flow from the front left side of the building.

A minibus pulled up before Sabrina.

Assuming someone was getting out, she moved aside.

Suddenly, two men in black emerged. One swiftly muffled her cries with a towel, while the other seized her, hauling her into the minibus.

The minibus swiftly disappeared into the traffic.

In less than a minute, she vanished without a trace.

Within the vehicle, the men gagged her, bound her hands, and confined her to the back seat.

Simultaneously, her phone rang.

One of the men retrieved it from her bag, declined the call, and tossed it out the window after switching it off.

ALL these events happened within mere minutes.

In the car, Sabrina strived to maintain composure, eyeing her captors warily.