The Secrets Buried In The Lona Household

“What the fu*k?” The truck driver cursed angrily when suddenly, the fleet of cars he was tailing dispersed in five different directions.

The driver was dressed in a black jumpsuit, easy to dispose of within seconds if needed. The black cap and mask he wore completely concealed his face. The only feature noticeable was his bloodshot eyes, making him look as if he were drunk.

“Did they already catch on?” He anxiously scratched his ears as he was at a loss.

His fingernails were long and unkempt, so when he scratched the same spot like that, the skin there started to break. Within moments, his nails were covered in bloodstains.

However, the pain was too dull for him to pay attention to it.

“Dirty flies!” He cursed under his breath.

These pests were just making his job more difficult for him. “It’s fine as long as I get my job done, right?” His voice cackled as he pressed on the accelerator as he followed one of the cars.

With a loud screech, a black car stopped right in front of the