It's Maxim Sinclair.
Summer Lowell let out a breath of relief, her grip on the bag loosening as she murmured softly, "Someone's chasing... save me..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she fainted on the spot.
The assistant in the passenger seat saw this and quickly pulled out his phone, not forgetting to ask Maxim Sinclair in the back seat, "Do we need to call a doctor?"
"Yes." Maxim Sinclair squeezed out the word through clenched teeth, his face clouded as he looked at the brawny man hesitating on the roadside, debating whether to approach, "Take pictures of these people and find out who they are."
"Understood." The assistant quickly agreed, giving the driver a nudge, signaling with his eyes to drive off immediately.
By the roadside, the man who had failed turned to ask Sheryl as she approached, "The target's been intercepted, what now?"
"What else? Go after them, of course!" Sheryl shot him a sharp look.
