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When she was presumed dead in the water, Sean had been sitting right across from Zachary.

He had seen firsthand just how cold the billionaire was when his own wife was in danger.

Winona felt a sharp sting. In all honesty, when she first learned Zachary's legs might be permanently ruined, she had been paralyzed by shock.

No matter how much she resented him, she couldn't stay calm at the thought of him dying.

In that regard, she definitely wasn't as ruthless as Zachary.

When a man was in love, he would whisper any sweet promise in the world.

But once he strayed, all those vows were nothing but weightless paper.

"If you like Sienna so much, I can pass the message along. Do you want her autograph?"

Sean fell silent, realizing it was tasteless to poke at someone else's personal pain, and hung up.

Winona sat on a bench outside the hospital. It was already dusk, and the streetlights were flickering on one by one.

She pulled her hat down lower, adjusted her mask, and stepped toward the hospital gates.

But she had underestimated Vincent's desperate desire to eliminate her. By the time the rag clamped over her mouth and nose, it was too late to fight back.

The hospital entrance was crowded, yet they dared to grab her in broad daylight and shove her into the back of a waiting truck. These men were clearly ruthless mercenaries.

Bystanders called the police, and patrol cars quickly pursued the truck. However, the driver simply sped toward the outskirts of the city. Because they were in a massive semi-truck, they violently rammed through any smaller cars blocking their path.

Winona's head slammed against the metal walls of the truck, but she didn't wake up.

The men had been thorough, hitting her with a heavy dose of chloroform.

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