chapter 90

Ethan's POV

I hated the fact that we're being followed, wondering who was actually behind us.

"How do they know that we were leaving?" I stuttered, I was uneasy knowing that our chances of survival were narrowed down to slim chances and there was no way that we could get our hands on victory.

"I don't really know how they got the hint that we're leaving" Irene divulged, I was wondering staring at the mirror in my rare view, I saw something blinking inside Paul's trousers, I needed no soothsayer to tell me that it was through that tracker in his pocket that they knew we were leaving.

Arianna must have slipped it inside his clothes without him knowing.

"They didn't get the hint, they placed a tracker. Look through his trousers" I uttered as Irene quickly checked his pockets and brought out the tracker, it was like a pen.

"I should have thought about that!" Irene exclaimed as she wanted to throw it away but I signalled her not to with my words.

"Arianna's a modern bitch, she has her way