Although Zola Morgan didn't dare open the car door, he secretly reached down and grabbed a large shard of glass from the floor. After all, he'd grown up in all kinds of precarious situations.
In fact, Zola Morgan had been kidnapped multiple times as a child. He'd seen it all, so he was able to handle a situation like this with surprising calm.
Besides, when he was with Vera Warner, she had taught him repeatedly to play weak in situations like this, so his opponent wouldn't know he was capable of fighting back.
Zola Morgan clutched the shard, not daring to move. He remained perfectly still inside the car. 'This person is devious,' he thought. 'She won't let her guard down easily.'
A few more minutes passed, and Secretary Ruiz still hadn't returned. Zola Morgan remembered that she didn't seem to have locked the car doors this time. An idea began to form in his mind: escape.
'It's so dark all around,' he thought. 'If I make a run for it, I might have a chance.'
