Chapter 18

Futile execution

Harry’s pov

He lost track of the road but swiftly directed the steering, almost landing on the side track where there was a barricade. I noticed his hands trembling, but his eyes were fixed on the road.

"Who could be tracking us?" I asked, almost subconsciously, my gaze fixed on the rearview mirror. I could barely see through, but I observed it was a black limousine.

The car sped up even more, and every passing minute felt like hell, a mixed feeling of uncertainty spreading across my spine. Never had I been in such a situation before. Everything always worked as planned, but this time, it was different.

Soon, the car halted, and I narrowed my eyes at Louis, curiosity in my tone.

"Why the stop?" My gaze was fixed on his reflection in the rearview mirror.

"Boss, I lost track of the car," he uttered under his breath.

I gasped, letting out a sigh of relief. What was uncertain was who the heck was tracking us. A flicker of annoyance crossed my face when my t