The woman bent forward slightly, breathing hard after chasing the speeding sedan for far too long. Her carefully styled hair was now completely ruined, loose strands whipping around her face beneath the cold night wind.
"Damn it," she muttered bitterly. "Why are they so fast?"
Before she could complain further, several figures suddenly appeared behind her.
Six men surrounded her almost instantly.
Even beneath the heavy makeup darkening her eyes and lips, the frustration in her expression faded into helpless resignation. Her clear eyes flickered with defeat the moment she realized escape was no longer possible.
She had been caught again.
"Young Miss," one of the men said respectfully, though his tone carried obvious exhaustion, "the Old Master said he'll freeze all your credit cards if you continue spending money in bars like this."
