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Jose Floyd sped all the way from the airport to the Imperial Garden Hotel, flooring the gas pedal like he didn't care about his life.
Camden, who had been left far behind and had to grab a taxi, stared at the car shooting forward ahead of him, his gaze dark as he dialed his young master's number.
"Young master, slow down! It's already raining, and it's nighttime—your visibility isn't as clear as in the day. Driving like this is dangerous! You mustn't…"
Beep———
Jose Floyd directly cut off Camden's call.
As Camden watched the car racing ahead, his heart in his throat with worry, a call from Jorge Saxton suddenly came in.
"Camden, where are you and Jose now? Jose isn't picking up his phone!"
Staring at the speeding vehicle in front, Camden spoke in a deep voice, "Young Master Saxton, the young master is right ahead of me. He's driving so fast my taxi can't even keep up with him! Young master, he—he—Young master!!"
