Inside the speeding car, Camilla rested her head against her hand, eyes closed in feigned sleep.
Her mind raced—analyzing the unusual tone in Sinclair's voice during their recent phone call, and how she should explain the matter of the Life-Linked poison to him.
Her stunningly beautiful face, half-lit by the flickering streetlights outside, carried an air of regal aloofness beneath its usual delicate charm.
"Madam," Luke spoke up, breaking the silence after pressing the hidden earpiece in his ear.
He turned toward her, his expression grave.
"We've got company.
Someone's tailing us."
*Trouble, as expected.*
Camilla slowly opened her eyes, her gaze sharp and icy with clarity.
"How many?"
"Four cars," Luke replied, his brow furrowing with tension.
"They're keeping their distance but sticking close. Must be using long-range tracking."
"Contact Ramsey and track their location," Camilla spoke slowly, her delicate face etched with bone-chilling coldness.
