Chapter 22
“Ethan!”
Tharros yelled on the phone but Ethan had disconnected the call. He knew how rash his decisions could be and he had to stop him.
“Zoe, pass me the key to the red Ford now!”
Tharros ordered. She sprinted out to get it but held on to it.
“Give it to me!”
“No, dad. This is my car, you gifted it to me for my birthday!”
Zoe pouted refusing to hand the key over to her father.
“Zoe, please let me have the key. That’s the only car I can drive that the guards wouldn’t notice. What I have to do is a careful task.”
Tharros urged her.
“Fine! But it will be less detecting for anyone if I am driving. Let me be your chauffeur, dad!”
She insisted. She was spoilt and stubborn, a trait he opines stems from her mother. He couldn’t put up a fight with her. He wouldn’t win anyway
