LACHLAN'S POV
“We have to go back to the art shop right now!” I yelled, my grip on the stirring wheel tightening. I should have known not to trust that rascal.
Once a rogue, always a rogue. With that sign on the mask, we didn't need a soothsayer to tell us he was working with that masked man.
Turning the car around, I stepped on the accelerator and drove speedily to the shop.
“Hopefully, he doesn't run away before we get there,” Lucille said, balling her fist as she focused on the road impatiently.
“Even if he dares to escape, I'm going to hunt him down and make him speak,” I said through gritted teeth, narrowing my gaze on the road in anger.
We got to the artist's shop, and without wasting any more time, we got out of the car and immediately dashed into the shop.
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