Lyndon cast a brief glance her way, wordlessly decelerating, steering to the roadside.

Brian's car zoomed by Lyndon's, halting ahead of them.

Emerging from his vehicle, Brian's expression was frigid, his stance rigid, enveloped in an aura of gloom.

He shut his door with a resounding thud, as if gearing up for confrontation.

Rosalynn's heart raced despite her cautioning him.

His temper could be bearable towards her, but not towards an uninvolved party.

Lyndon made to exit the car, but she quickly grabbed his arm and intervened, "Thank you for the ride. This is where I depart. There's no need for you to get out."

Lyndon's eyes landed on her hand gripping his arm.

“I know Mr. Hughes. It would be discourteous to leave without a proper farewell."

With that, he gently patted her hand, swung the door open, and stepped out.

Rosalynn, in haste, pushed her own door open and followed suit.

Brian wore a white shirt paired with black trousers, his stature tall and lean, exuding an aura of cool detachment.

His gaze fell upon a robust figure alighting from the vehicle, eyes dark and fathomless.

There he was!

Lyndon Fernandez!

What were the odds?

“Mr. Hughes, what a pleasure to see you again."

Lyndon positioned himself before Brian, hand extended.

Clad in a sharp black ensemble, his presence was as commanding as Brian's.

Brian met his handshake with a steady gaze.