Hellena’s black car had just left the television building area when a luxury sedan suddenly sped up from behind.

“Miss Hellena, that car is chasing us,” her personal driver said while glancing at the rearview mirror.

Hellena lifted her head from her phone. “Who is it?”

“Mr. Daxon’s car,” the driver replied. “He’s overtaking from the left.”

Hellena clenched her jaw. “Keep driving.”

However, Gevan had no intention of backing down. He pressed the accelerator, overtook from the right, then sharply turned the steering wheel until his car stopped right in front of Hellena’s vehicle, forcing it to brake abruptly.

“Bastard,” Hellena muttered.

Her driver slowed down and stopped. “I’m...