On the other side of the city, Balfour was barreling down the winding road toward Ivyâs last known location.
He had roared out of his garage in the vintage muscle car he used to race.
Only a beast like that could guarantee top speed on these treacherous hills.
Quinton was trailing in his car, clearly outmatched. Despite leaving at the same time, Balfour had already left them in the dust. With his face etched with worry, Quinton glanced at the blinking dot on his tablet.
âCanât we go any faster? Weâre miles behind the Boss now. If the boss headed into that derelict skyscraper alone, he would be walking into danger.â
The driver in front responded, âIâm flooring it already, but thereâs a hairpin turn up ahead. Canât push it more without risking a spinout.â
When taking such turns, Balfour did not even think about slowing down. He let the inertia swing the car around the mountainâs bends and then wrenched the steering wheel hard on the corners.
Thatâs how he maintained breakneck speed.
Of course, Balfour would not be going in alone. Another team from the police was closing in from above, their helicopter slicing through the air.
âFaster!â
Since confirming Ivyâs disappearance, Balfour had been virtually silent.
All he could picture were Ivyâs fearful expressions and her panicked gestures. His greatest fear was arriving too late to prevent the worst.
Just yesterday, Ivy had been sitting calmly in front of him, reviewing her script.
Not even a whole day had passed, and now she was in the clutches of who knows who!
Balfour had never regretted anything more than not insisting on a chauffeur for Ivy.
Speed up!
Behind his visor, Balfourâs gaze was icy cold.
Saving Ivy was the only priority.
Once she was safely back by his side, he vowed to uncover who had dared to lay a finger on her.
Raven, upon hearing Ivyâs words, was taken aback.
Here Clara was, scheming Ivyâs downfall, yet Ivy was the one showing compassion.â
It was clear now why Ivy had always been the good guy.
âThatâs enough. You did your job bringing her to me. Now let her go,â Ivy ordered.
At the sight of their loosening grip, Clara shouted, âYes! Let me go! Donât touch me-go to her, go to that woman! Ivyâs still pure, a virgin! Play with her, but leave me alone!â
Ivy was stunned by the cold return for her kindness, her eyes wide with shock.
Jack clicked his tongue. âMan, the difference between people is just night and day. No wonder Ivyâs the star.â
âBullshit! That tramp stole everything from me to get famous. Just go to her and leave me be, will you?â
Clara continued to urge them toward Ivy.
Sadly for her, their current employer was Ivy, and since Ivy had given the order to let Clara off, they were not about to disobey. What if Ivy decided not to pay?
âIvy, you sure about this? Once we stóp, thereâs no turning back.â