Chapter 1882 Rising Star Group

• Even before Finnegan spoke, Casimir had spotted the two sedans sliding in behind them like wolves at dusk. Their intent was obvious—predatory, patient, closing in. He pressed harder on the accelerator. The engine's growl rose, and the city lights began to smear into bright, nervous streaks on the glass.
• From the backseat of the tailing sedan, a delicate-featured man curled his lips into a razor-thin smile. "So," he murmured, voice dripping with mockery, "they've spotted us. Step on it—don't let them slip away."
• The two cars that had been following at a respectful distance roared to life. Engines howled, headlights lunged forward, and any pretense of casual shadowing vanished the moment the speedometer needles climbed.