Chapter 11

Zara parked the car and walked over. "Mr. Webb."

The streetlights cast a dim glow on the path, barely revealing the man's stern profile. He did not turn to look at Zara, and the cigarette between his fingers was flickering.

With a silent sigh, Zara scanned the area and spotted a 24-hour convenience store. She bought a sandwich that could be eaten directly.

"You barely touched your dinner. Eat this to tide you over so that you won't get a stomachache."

Yosef gave her an annoyed look but accepted the sandwich.

In a hushed tone, Zara said, "You know, clashing with Chairman Webb isn't wise. He has high blood pressure and was even admitted to the hospital last year..."

Yosef's response was a cold sneer. He tossed the sandwich he was holding aside, grabbed Zara, swung open the car door, and had her pinned to the back seat.

He moved so deftly that she could feel her head spinning. Before she could come back to her senses, she found her legs forced apart.

Her mind reeled in protest, a