Chapter 67 The Next Move
- Amara’s heartbeat pounded in her ears as she watched the dark car outside. The figure inside remained motionless, like a shadow lurking in the night.
- Damian didn’t hesitate. He grabbed his phone and made a quick call. “We have eyes on us. Black sedan, tinted windows, parked across the street. I want a full plate check—now.” His voice was cold, commanding.
- Amara clenched her fists. “Who do you think it is?”