Chapter 155

I ignored John's response, who looked annoyed with my decision, and closed the window. I then folded my arms over my chest, waiting for John, who was forced to cancel his plans to have lunch and get back into his car.

"Watch out if you don't give me adequate compensation."

"Duh, don't mind that. Now, you go and follow that black car."

"Okay, I will try to believe you this time. Which one?"

"That one," I replied, pointing to Richard's car that was now moving away from the parking lot. "Make it quick. I don't want to lose it."

"Huh… I feel like I'm a stalker now…"

"Shut up and do as I say."

"Yeah, yeah. I got it."

Without reducing his grumbling, John started his car engine, following Richard's car from an unexpected distance—not too close or too far.

It was as if the taxi driver I was riding in was now used to following people, to the point that I started to wonder about his real identity.