âDonât worry about it.
Nothing crucial.
Iâl take you to your hotel.
â
Rosalynn, hearing his words, chose not to object and expressed her gratitude once more.
At that moment, her phone erupted into a ring.
Brianâs name flashed on the screen.
Casting a brief glance at her phone, Rosalynn opted not to pick up, swiftly hitting the decline button.
Despite Brianâs persistent calls, Rosalynn switched her phone to silent and ignored the incessant ringing.
Lyndon threw a quick look her way.
âWhoâs that calling? Why arenât you taking the call?â
âJust a nuisance call,â Rosalynn responded dismissively.
But was it truly just a nuisance call?
He doubted that.
Lyndonâs gaze drifted away, accidentally catching the sight of Brianâs black Bentley in the rearview mirror, hurtling towards them.
His eyes narrowed, a chilly, conceited smile playing on his Lips.
âRosa, hold tight.
â
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.
âLyndon, whatâs the rush? We could run into trouble so easily, and the police will be on us.
â
Lyndon kept his eyes on the road, his speed unaltered.
âNo need to worry.
Iâve got the wheel under control.
Just sit back.
â
Rosalynn held her silence, her mind awash with confusion.
She couldnât fathom why Lyndon had suddenly floored it.
Then, a relentless blare of a horn sounded from behind.
Peering into the rearview mirror, Rosalynnâs brow furrowed.
Brianâs vehicle had caught up.
He was right on their tail!