Ximena entered her car without minding her father’s allies. They kept stopping her from doing what she would, but she didn’t even bother to reply. Instead, she tapped her earpiece to cut her signal with them.
“Too many reminders. I hate it,” she whispered before stepping on the accelerator or the gas pedal.
She’s attentive while heading to the underground, especially the cars following her.
Since their presence was unfamiliar, her forehead crumpled.
“What the heck?” she muttered before changing her route.
She needed to execute them first, but before that, she had to go to a place where no cars were passing by.
It may be a bad idea since they might ambush her, but she knew she was more powerful than them.
Those presences, she felt, could have been more powerful. They may be a gangste
