On the other side, Stuart Truman was sitting in a taxi, the driver having taken him around the city in circles for about two laps before he gradually began to regain consciousness.
Opening his eyes to look out the window, he realized they were now in the suburbs, far less bustling compared to the city centre. The sunlight, too, had softened bit by bit, no longer as intense as at noon.
He raised his hand slightly to block the sunlight streaming in through the window, and Stuart slowly recovered some clarity of thought.
When everything that had happened began to play back in his mind like a rewound tape, Stuart's body instantly tensed, his posture shooting straight up in the seat.
Immediately, Stuart took out his mobile phone and dialed Keira Leaf's number.
But before the call could connect, he froze again, staring at the screen, his actions stopping in hesitation.
