Chapter 592 Rushing Back For Love

• Celia slammed her foot down on the accelerator, the engine roaring as she surged forward. The vehicle behind her instantly responded, mirroring her every move. Her pulse pounded, but she remained focused, gripping the wheel tightly as she maneuvered through traffic, determined to shake them off.
• Fortunately, she wasn't a novice behind the wheel. As she bolted through the intersection, she caught a glimpse of the trailing car slowing down. They weren't retreating because they couldn't keep up; they had simply chosen to back off after realizing she had noticed them. Inside the car, a man pulled out his phone and dialed. "Boss, she slipped away."
• Across town, inside an exclusive private club, a man lounged in a dimly lit room, a cigarette between his fingers. He let out a slow, lazy chuckle, smoke curling around his face. "No worries. I just wanted to rattle her a little." Before him, on a plush couch, a middle-aged man sat bound hand and foot, his expensive designer suit rumpled. His face had gone ashen, fear flickering behind his fury. "Who the hell are you people? What have I done to deserve this?" he demanded, his voice shaking with both rage and dread.