Chapter 89

YSABELLE

The man carried the kid who allowed him to do so before they entered a black SUV. With the thought thebjid was Jacob, I memorized the plate number and which way they went before I ran to my car and started the engine as fast as possible.

I hope I can catch up with them.

Through the rearview mirror, I saw the vehicles of my bodyguards matching my speed behind. I let them follow me in case something bad happened.

My sweaty fingers tightened around the steering wheel as my heart was pounding frantically, afraid that maybe I was just wrong that the boy was Jacob.

I need to make sure he is not Jacob.

I step on the gas, dodging some of the cars, so I can catch up with the car I've been looking for.

Some were mad for doing the overtakes, but I only apologized silently. I devastatingly pushed back my hair as I kept sighing, annoyed that the car might have gone somewhere else.

I was on the verge of giving up when suddenly one black SUV ahead, a few meters from my car, took a turn on