Yet no matter how hard she looked, she couldn't spot any concrete evidence, which only made her more nervous.
By all accounts, she lived discreetly enough.
Even when driving Lucas's cars, she always chose the most low-key model in the garage.
Who could possibly be targeting her?
It was already 10 p.m. when she left the mall.
She'd originally planned to go shopping with that brat Hannah, but the girl had apparently gotten involved with some handsome colleague and dared to stand her up!
Fuming, Beauty had gone alone.
The sweet potato vendor at the street corner caught her attention as she exited.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten roasted sweet potatoes—maybe eight years ago?
After tossing her shopping bags into the car, she turned toward the vendor at the corner.
Suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist from behind, clamped a hand over her mouth, and hauled her into a black van before she could react.
