Chapter 337

At this point, Nancy, in a serious tone, said, “Lindsey, there’s a car tailing us.

”

Glancing in the rearview mirror, Lindsey noticed a black sedan trailing them at a steady distance.

“Nancy, we need to shake off that car!”

“Got it!”

Nancy slowed down at a red traffic light, and the black sedan caught up, pulling up alongside them at the intersection.

Nancy rolled down her window for a better look at the sedan.

She couldn’t make out the occupant through the tinted glass, but she vaguely sensed someone was watching them.

When the light turned green, Nancy defiantly gestured with her middle finger at the black sedan.

Then, Nancy stepped on the gas pedal, turned the steering wheel sharply, and swiftly merged into the traffic flow of the right-turn lane.

The driver of the black sedan came to a dejected halt by the roadside as the traffic light switc

hed to green.

He hesitantly called his boss and said, “Sir, Miss Stewart got into a woman’s car.

She was too quick and I lost her…”

And she wasn’t too pleased about being followed and gave him the middle finger.

The man hesitated to complain, choosing instead to remain silent.

“I know.

There is no need to follow her anymore,” said Domenic in an indifferent voice.

“Yes, sir.

”

The Porsche glided smoothly along the road.

Nancy, gripping the steering wheel, looked forward and questioned, “Lindsey, the one who was tailing us seemed to be after you.

Who’s that? Why were you being followed?”

Thinking of Domenic, Lindsey bit her lip and confessed, “It might be my boyfriend.

”

“What?” In shock, Nancy hit the brakes hard.

The sudden stop nearly sent Lindsey flying, but her seatbelt held her in place.

“Lindsey, why didn’t you tell me about your boyfriend? Don’t you see me as a friend?” Nancy pulled the car to the side of the road and looked at her with astonishment.

“I meant to tell you last time, but I’ve been swamped lately and it slipped my mind.

”

“Last time?” Nancy’s brow furrowed in thought, and then she burst into laughter, realizing something.

“I knew it! Your boyfriend is the guy in that photo, isn’t he?”

Lindsey nodded in confirmation.

“But why did he keep tracking you?”

Lindsey pressed her lips together, hesitating, before saying, “It’s a long story.

”