Cecilia Vaughn heard the dignified yet noble aged female voice, and inexplicably felt it was familiar, but for the moment couldn't recall where she'd heard it before.
She was still affected by the sedative spray those two thugs had initially used on her. Although she had been exposed to the cold wind from the moment she got out of the car until now, and had bitten her lip to try to fully wake up, it wasn't enough to completely clear her head.
Her brain was working frantically with all available thoughts, but Cecilia just couldn't figure out how she had offended such a person.
...
Meanwhile, the middle-aged thug who had earlier introduced himself as Second Forrest lowered his head obsequiously, and even though Cecilia's face was still covered with the sack, she could clearly sense the fawning in his voice.
"Madam, rest assured, it's definitely that little girl Cecilia Vaughn! We didn't do anything to her, just used some sedatives on the way to prevent her from struggling."
