Hastings Mansion
Sabrina lay on her bed as she awaited the arrival of her husband. She wanted to be sure if Vicker had news of Aiden reaching the airport safely. Moreover, she still couldn't understand why Vicker was still not in bed yet. It's thirty minutes past eleven, and it would soon be midnight anyway.
Meanwhile, Vicker Hastings was busy with his men, while giving different orders to several groups. "I don't want to hear about them tomorrow morning or any other day at that… And find out how they got the signal jammer… I want no mistakes."
After Vicker was done giving orders to his people, he finally made it to his bedroom. The orders would take a while to execute anyway, so he might as well sleep for now. He couldn't believe that those low lives actually harbored the thought of attacking a guest of his. How preposterous!
