Desmond could't believe he is under the surveillance of anyone but then who is targeting him? That remained a puzzle and looking at the cars and motorcycles following behind him.
He quickly made a decision, as he approached the intersection ahead he slowed lightly and diverted to another lane, hoping to shake them off. But just as he glanced at the rearview mirror again, his pulse spiked—aside from the two cars tailing him, a set of motorcycles had now joined the pursuit.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened. This wasn't a coincidence.
Who were they? And what did they want?
Desmond's heart pounded, his grip on the steering wheel tighter, his instincts screaming that something was off. Without wasting another second, he pressed the Bluetooth dial.
"Ray, get me a backup team. It seems I'm being followed," he instructed urgently.
On the other end, Ray responded swiftly. "Got it. Stay on the move. We'll track your location."
