Before Nolan could get to the parking lot, he could see her car zooming out of the premises, with her driver standing dazed by the curb.
“s**t,” he muttered, rushing toward his own car and fumbling with his keys. There wasn’t time to ask where she was going.
All that mattered was following her.
And the moment he got into the car, he got on her tail in a hot chase.
They hit the highway, and Nolan slowed a bit, trying not to cause a scene. But when Jules didn’t even stop for a truck as massive as a trailer, his brows lifted.
She wasn’t just in a hurry. She was in panic mode.
Nolan floored it. He wasn't about to miss her.
He glided through cars and trucks and traffic lights that he almost felt like he was doing a stunt for some movie.
Whatever was making Jules drive like that sounded
