Maeve struggled all the way but was quickly dragged out of the Smith Corporation building. Zion's car was already waiting at the entrance.
"Shove her in!" Zion commanded his bodyguards.
"Let me go! I'm calling the police! Zion, you human trafficker! I'll make you pay for this..." Maeve cursed, though she couldn't break free.
Zion ignored her completely. Watching her being pushed into the car by the bodyguards, he sneered triumphantly, "Let's see what else you can do!"
Just as he finished speaking, a deafening roar came from a distance, the unmistakable sound of a speeding car. Before anyone could react, the roar grew louder and louder. A yellow blur shot towards them like lightning, screeching to a halt behind Zion's car.
Zion, about to get into his car, was drawn to the sports car.
