"You... you're not Sarah. Who are you?"

On the other end, firmly gripping the steering wheel of the black Maybach, Horace drove at high speed. He noticed that he was going over 100 miles an hour, but he didn't dare slow down. Nolan who sat nervously in the passenger seat, was reporting to him.

Nolan had checked all the cameras in the area the moment they entered the car, so he was sure they were headed in the right direction.

Sitting in the back seat, with a gloomy face, Theodore was silent. He looked out of the window at the scenery which was quickly passing by. A sense of familiarity arose in his heart, which made him frown slightly.

“Are you sure she has gone to this direction?" Theodore looked at the Nolan suddenly.