"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.

Without even turing back, Nolan could feel the coldness of Theodore's gaze. His whole body stiffened and he replied, "Yes, the surveillance footage on the way shows that they were heading in this direction."

"This is the way to the manor," Horace said. From the rearview mirror in the car, he caught sight of Theodore's expression and immediately guessed what Theodore was thinking. So, he confirmed his thoughts.

After getting the confirmation from Horace, Theodore pursed his lips and said nothing.

Just thinking about the manor where the fire had occurred stirred up a feeling of unease in his heart. Moreover, when he thought of the injured Ariana at the scene of the fire, his fists tightened unconsciously.

What was she doing there?

Theodore had so many unanswered questions in his mind that filled him with doubt and anxiety. Suddenly, he ordered in a low voice, "Hurry up!"

Horace glanced at the dashboard, which showed a speed already well above the limits. However, he dared not argue and stepped on the gas pedal with all his might.

At this same moment, the car suddenly made a sharp turn, and it slid sideways. A screeching sound was heard and the wheels left a long mark on the road.

When the car tured sharply just now, Theodore quickly grabbed the handle to stabilize his body. Nolan who was in the passenger seat didn't react in time and his head hit the windshield hard.

Theodore looked outside and saw a dozen black cars that had appeared from nowhere and surrounded them.

Dozen headlights cut through the night, hitting Nolan full in the face. With a shake of his head, he looked up to see a multitude of men in black pouring out of the cars around him, each one holding a black gun.

Guns!

Nolan found his voice stuck in his throat, terror rooting him to the spot. All he could do was stare, his eyes wide, his face drained of color, his legs trembling with fear.

“Boss, should I call in some help?" Horace's voice cut through the tension. Unlike Nolan, Horace stayed cool under pressure. His hand remained on the steering wheel, prepared for any sudden move. His calmness came from having faced such situations before.

Theodore just shook his head.