The white car gradually drove toward a deserted area.

Maintaining a careful distance, Nicole turned off her headlights to avoid detection.

However, as the white car entered the deserted area, Nicole lost track of it at a fork in the road. To avoid being discovered, she kept her distance. She stopped by the roadside and checked the tire prints to determine the route.

Fortunately, these rural roads were all one-way, making it difficult to lose the trail. Nicole confirmed the route, got back in her car, and continued following.

Unexpectedly, Nicole spotted the white car again after driving only a short distance. Thanks to her silent electric car and dimmed lights, she remained unnoticed.

She carefully stopped her car, blending into the night, ensuring she wasn't too close to be seen.

However, the white car came to a stop and didn't move.

The driver noticed Callie wearing a mask but admired her beautiful eyes. He began teasing her, asking, "Little girl, where are you going so late?"

Callie cautiously replied, “I'm going to find my dad."

“Looking for your dad?" the driver questioned. He laughed. "It's so late, and your dad isn't home. Is he out playing or doing something else?"

Callie felt uncomfortable talking to the driver, especially with his vulgar smile that sent chills down her spine. She kept her head down and replied softly. "My dad is working."

"Oh, your dad is working, and he let you, his beautiful daughter, come out so late to find him? How careless of him." As the driver spoke, his eyes were not on the road but fixed on her chest, his laughter lewd and unsettling.

Fear began to creep into Callie's mind. She lowered her head and fumbled with her phone, intending to send a message to her dad.

Just as she started typing, the driver suddenly accelerated and slammed on the brakes. Callie's head collided with the back of the front seat, and her phone slipped from her hand. "Ah..." she cried out softly in pain.

Feigning concern, the driver asked, “Are you okay?"

Callie held her aching head but didn't dare to confront him. She frowned and replied softly, “I'm fine.”

"Good. Then I'll drive slower," the driver said.

Taking a deep breath, Callie began searching for her phone. She saw it had slid to the bottom of the front seat. She carefully reached down to pick it up, but as the car moved, the phone kept sliding forward.

Realizing she couldn't retrieve it unless the car stopped, she cautiously asked, "Sir, could you please stop the car so I can pick up my phone?"

The driver looked uncomfortable. "There are traffic cameras here. We can't stop, or we'll get a ticket."