All the way in pursuit, all the way hiding, they soon drove to the outskirts.
At night, the outskirts were truly deserted, surrounded by darkness, with poor road conditions. A moment's inattention, and they might drive off a cliff.
Scarlett Yates was already pale, her face drained of color from fear, appearing ghostly white under the lights. Her eyes were wide open, and her hair was as messy as a bird's nest.
If anyone encountered her in this desolate place, they would most likely think they had met a ghost, half-scaring them to death.
Sometimes, Scarlett Yates was quite clever.
Her previous suspicions were soon confirmed.
About ten minutes after Matthew Saxon's car drove out of the outskirts, three cars emerged from the darkness of the bushes, tightly blocking his way.
The two cars that were closely following blocked the retreat as well.
Matthew Saxon had no choice but to stop the car.
Five cars surrounded his Lamborghini, the headlights glaring intensely.
