It was another fake number.


    These virtual numbers could multiply by the minute, each led to a different IP address-impossible to trace.


    The mastermind was calling her.


    Wendy pressed the button and answered, "Hello?"


    A cold, mechanical voice responded, "Are you there yet?"


    Wendy tightened her grip on the phone. "I''m here."


    "Have you seen the men I prepared for you tonight? You''d better behave and take good care of them!"


    Wendy let out a dryugh."I''ve been behaving, alright-I''m serving them right now."


    "You te lying! You haven''t served any of them. You''re resisting!"


    Wendy''s eyes shed sharply as she scanned the vast private winery with clear, cutting intent. "You''re here, aren''t you?"


    She had said that on purpose, baiting the mastermind. Sure enough, it worked. The mastermind was here somewhere, hiding in a shadowed corner, watching everything unfold.


    However, the ce was too big. Wendy''s gaze swept across the room, but she didn''t spot anyone suspicious.


    The mastermind on the other end quickly realized this and hissed, "You tricked me!"


    Wendy curled the corner of her lips into a cold smile. "Do we know each other?"


    There was a pause on the line.


    Wendy pressed on, her voice, sharp and relentless. "We do know each other, don''t we? We''re enemies, and you''re after me and my daughter. I think I know who you are. You''re Jessica, aren''t you?"


    One question after another rolled off Wendy''s tongue, piercing and relentless, leaving no room for hesitation.


    Upstairs on the second floor, Jessica looked down over the grand hall, watching everything unfold. She was me one who had summoned Wendy here and arranged all these men. She wanted to see Wendy broken, beaten down, and destroyed.


    But Wendy was too smart-she had entered the trap and turned the tables.


    Now, Wendy''s question hung in the air. "You''re Jessica, aren''t you?"


    It hit Jessica like a bucket of cold water. She gasped sharply she had been exposed.


    "No, you''re wrong! I''m not Jessica," she denied.


    Wendy raised a brow, a sly smile curling her lips. "Is that so? You didn''t ask who Jessica is. You just t-out denied it. That only proves you are Jessica."


    Jessica was silent.


    Wendy tightened her hold on the phone.


    "I''ve suspected you for a long time. You''re the only one who''d dare moye against me and Be in the Capital. I just


    didn''t expect you to be this reckless-kidnapping people openly at the Capital airport, even taking Mrs. Ang away. Though I guess that part was an ident, huh?


    Have you thought about how this ends? You''ve always wanted to marry Stanley. Once Mrs. Ang finds out you''re behind this, do you really think she''d ept you as her daughter-inw? You''re chasing after something that will never be yours."


    Jessica''s face darkened, struck deep. She snapped, "Shut up!"


    Wendy smiled wider. Now, she was certain that Jessica was behind Be and Ang''s kidnapping.


    Jessicaposed herself quickly. "Don''t try to change the subject! Your daughter and Mrs. Ang are in my hands right now. You''d better take care of these men, or your daughter''s life is at risk!"


    Wendy shook her head. "Keep dreaming. I''m not serving any of these men."


    "Oh, really?" Jessica''s voice dropped-then suddenly, Be''s innocent cry came through the line.


    "Ahhh!"


    Lay