The police officer seemed shocked. "What's the matter? Are you worried I might make a mess in your house? Why did you suddenly change your mind about going inside?"

He was excited to go inside and look around as a new experience. Coming from a small town, he'd never been anywhere that was as luxurious.

However, Rachel Wood hastily shook her head. "No, I don't want to go inside anymore. Can you please take me to Merlin Avenue?"

The officer had a surprised look in his eyes. "Why don't you want to go inside?"

Wouldn't an ordinary person want to return home right after a traumatic experience?

Why did Rachel refuse to go home?

She was even crying.

"I have my reasons. Please, I'm begging you," she implored, wiping her tears away.

The officer nodded slightly, giving one last lingering gaze at the house before driving away. When they were on the road, Rachel spotted a black Bentley driving towards them.

The car had a familiar registration number. It was a series of nines.

It was Sebastian Brenand's car.

He was sitting inside.

the thought, she instantly laid flat on her seat, afraid that

over the phone. "It's been so long, and you still haven't found Rachel. What are you doing?

past the police car, he noticed that it wasn't the local police. He unintentionally glanced at it

two cars drove past each

noticing his Bentley driving

lives, they

sure are a lot

That Bentley must cost up to tens of millions, right?" the officer suddenly asked, peering at the Bentley that was heading in the opposite direction

nodding slightly as her tears

at Merlin Avenue,

contemplation. "Sir, can you please lend me your

as he handed

she called one of

from

except for

touch and whose

recall the last time they chatted on

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