I'm sorry, Mister Qin.

Lewis and some police were following Julian, being extra careful of Julian's threats to kill her. They couldn't really do anything at this point aside from this because their priority was Devon's safety. 

"Young Master." Derek glanced at the front passenger seat, where Lewis perched. The latter was just looking at the car ahead of them, barely blinking.

Derek decided not to speak, as it was obvious Lewis wasn't listening. Instead, he kept a close distance from Julian's car. They wouldn't speed away since Lewis had shot the tire. Still, if Julian kept driving, it would also be dangerous.

"She wasn't speaking."

Suddenly, Lewis spoke after a long silence. His eyes were still fixed on the car ahead, with no trace of emotion on his face. It was completely dead to the point it looked... sinister.