Katelyn shrugged, her smile cold and sharp.

“He doesn’t care about you. When things go wrong, the first thing he does is dump you.”

The man slumped, defeated.

“I swear, I don’t know anything. My boss never gave me the full story. He just told me to take pictures of the scene. I thought it was a prank, but it ended up being real.”

Vincent held the man’s collar tightly, making sure he couldn’t break free.

His voice was steady as he said, “If you want us to release you, have your boss hand over the name and contact details of the person who hired you.”

The young man’s face twisted with anxiety.

“My boss… He won’t even take my calls. How am I supposed to get that info?”

Katelyn’s lips curled into a sneer.

“Well, if that’s the case, we’re at a dead end.”

At that moment, a white car roared toward them, its high beams blinding in the dark.

The white car raced toward Katelyn and Vincent. Its glaring headlights made them squint and retreat.

Abruptly stopping just in front of the young man, the driver flung the door open and shouted, “Why are you just standing there, you fool? Get in now!”

Overcome with relief, the man was on the verge of tears.

“I knew you wouldn’t just abandon me.”

“You’re always messing up the tasks I give you. If I didn’t come to rescue you, you’d likely betray me sooner rather than later!” the driver retorted sharply as he quickly maneuvered the car to turn around, using the powerful headlights to his advantage.

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By the time Katelyn’s eyes adjusted from the dazzling lights, the white car was already disappearing into the distance.

She spotted the vehicle nearby, quickly grabbed her keys, and slid into the driver’s seat.

Vincent climbed into the passenger seat as Katelyn settled behind the wheel.

He threw her a confused look.

“Aren’t I supposed to be driving?”

Without hesitation, Katelyn started the engine and accelerated.

“Just sit back. I’ve got this,” she said, brushing off his apparent skepticism about her driving.

Katelyn wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip by, not when these two had practically delivered themselves to her.

Gripping the steering wheel, she pushed the accelerator harder.

The vehicle she was driving now was built for rough terrain, which wasn’t a standout feature on the urban roads like it was in Katelyn’s usual Maserati.

Her garage housed an impressive collection of cars, and she rarely drove the same one twice.

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