“Don't worry about it. Nothing crucial. I'll take you to your hotel."

Rosalynn, hearing his words, chose not to object and expressed her gratitude once more.

At that moment, her phone erupted into a ring.

Brian's name flashed on the screen.

Casting a brief glance at her phone, Rosalynn opted not to pick up, swiftly hitting the decline button.

Despite Brian's persistent calls, Rosalynn switched her phone to silent and ignored the incessant ringing.

Lyndon threw a quick look her way.

“Who's that calling? Why aren't you taking the call?"

“Just a nuisance call," Rosalynn responded dismissively.

But was it truly just a nuisance call?

He doubted that.

Lyndon's gaze drifted away, accidentally catching the sight of Brian's black Bentley in the rearview mirror, hurtling towards them.

His eyes narrowed, a chilly, conceited smile playing on his Lips.

“Rosa, hold tight."

With that warning, he pressed the gas pedal to the floor, propelling the car forward with increased speed.

Rosalynn, taken aback, swiftly grabbed onto the grab handle.

"Lyndon, what's the rush? We could run into trouble so easily, and the police will be on us."

Lyndon kept his eyes on the road, his speed unaltered.

"No need to worry. I've got the wheel under control. Just sit back."

Rosalynn held her silence, her mind awash with confusion.