Julian looked out through the car window and spotted the black sports car just ahead.
It was barely five or six meters away.
That license plate—no doubt about it.
“Stay calm. Keep following them,” he said, voice low and steady, with a calmness that instantly soothed.
“Got it.”
Kenneth took a breath and refocused, carefully pressing the gas to tail the car.
Julian quickly relayed the lead to Olivia—she'd inform the police and also arrange for Brandon to come in as backup.
After around fifteen minutes of trailing, the car turned into a gated villa community.
Their car couldn’t follow past the gate.
“Wait a sec, isn’t this where Miss Richards used to live?” Kenneth asked, eyes wide in surprise.
Julian narrowed his eyes at the car disappearing into the neighborh
