âItâs nighttime!â Sanford retorted.
âEven in games, I value my life.
Look, Iâm just as anxious as you, but we canât save Rosalynn if weâre dead.
â
Brian sighed, eyes locked on the car ahead.
âFine, just drive.
â
âOkay,â Sanford replied as he focused on chasing the car ahead.
At that moment, Brianâs phone rang.
It was Lyndon.
âWhatâs up?â Brian answered.
âIs that the kidnapperâs car ahead? Is Rosalynn inside?â Lyndon asked.
âThe car belongs to the kidnapper, but I canât see if Rosalynnâs there.
Itâs too dark,â Brian replied.
It was too late at night for him to see the inside of the car clearly.
He knew he had to stop that car first.
âThe police are following us, right? Should we tell them to back off? Ivy said no cops, and if she sees them, she might do something desperate,â Lyndon suggested.
âLet me handle it,â Brian said, ending the call.
Jamirâs car sped along, soon arriving at the spot where he had left Tilda.
âJamir, thereâs no road ahead,â his subordinate reported.
âPut on your mask and get out,â Jamir ordered.
âGot it.
â The man donned his mask and exited the car.
Jamir glanced at the still-unconscious Sheldon, leaving him in the car as he dragged Rosalynn out.
Having been in the car for so long, Rosalynn couldnât help but vomit as soon as she got out.
The man, almost splashed by her vomit, jumped aside in disgust.
âGross!â
Rosalynn, feeling somewhat better, shot him a look.
âNot on you, though.
â
âYousâ
âShut up!â Jamir barked, holding a spring knife to Rosalynnâs neck as he marched toward Ivy.
At this moment, Ivy stood at the edge of the cliff, holding Tilda.
Seeing Jamir with Rosalynn, she was surprised and excited.