Jane fell to the floor. The pain immediately sobered her up. "Ouch!"

She pushed herself up with both hands on the floor. She looked over to the couch. The lights in the room were dim, so she could barely make out a figure sitting on the couch.

The figure looked rather petite. It was most likely a woman.

Jane became a little bolder. She gulped and asked, "W-Who are you?"

"It's not important." The woman's hoarse voice rang out.

Jane furrowed her brows. How could such a petite and feeble-looking woman have such a terrible voice?"

"W-Why did you capture me?"

"I just wanted to talk."

"Then…" Jane looked at the empty couch. "You should at least offer me a seat, right?"

Jane was about to get up when the two burly men behind her pressed her down.

"You stay right there." The woman's voice was calm. It carried no emotion, only utter condescension.

Jane was displeased. "Who the hell are you? Do you know who I am? I'm—"

"Jane Ford, Cory Sloan's woman."

Jane was in a daze. "S-Since yo