The convoy moved forward, but the air inside the Maybach was suffocating. Liam Martin’s eyes were locked on the retreating chrome of the Rolls-Royce. "Follow them," he barked.
Leo stiffened, his voice low and vibrating with suppressed anger. "Liam, think about what you’re doing. This isn't like you."
Leo wasn't just a driver; he was Liam’s childhood friend and most trusted confidant. They had bled and built an empire together. Usually, Liam valued his counsel above all else, but right now, obsession had overridden logic. "I said follow them!"
Leo gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, but eventually, he pulled into the lane behind the Rolls-Royce.
Inside the lead car, Xavier noticed the tail almost immediately. He didn't signal his security to intercept or run them
