Brandan coldly thought to himself as he suddenly pressed down on the accelerator, driving the car forward like an arrow released from a bow—
Iris Harris gradually came to her senses and also sensed the unusual atmosphere inside the car. She turned her head to glance at Brandan's grim face and asked somewhat bewilderedly, "What's wrong?" Why are we driving so fast?
Brandan raised his chin slightly: "Look at the rearview mirror. Can you see anything?"
Iris looked up at it, then with some confusion, turned to Brandan: "…What?"
"Fool!" Brandan glanced at her and said, "Someone's chasing us."
Iris froze, then nervously stared at the rearview mirror for a few seconds before finally realizing that there were indeed several unmarked black cars persistently tailing them!
She suddenly became tense: "What's going on?!"
Brandan snorted lightly: "Isn't it just your beloved playboy..." His tone was somewhat sardonic.
Iris looked at Brandan in confusion; she didn't know what he meant.
