Serena, Do You Need My Help?

Harvey leaned his head against the seat, waiting for a call from his team tracking Sawyer's car. He was curious to know where Sawyer lived.

Minutes went by, and his patience started to fade when they still hadn't called. He shifted his gaze to the bodyguard next to the driver. "Call them!" he commanded coldly.

With his eyes closed and index finger tapping on his thigh, he waited for his bodyguard to finish calling the other members. Instantly, his expression hardened upon hearing their conversation over the phone.

Taking a deep breath, Harvey narrowed his eyes at his bodyguard, who had just ended the call. He understood the outcome without his guard saying a word: they had failed.

"Master, they failed to follow the target. Now, Master Sawyer's cars are chasing our people, which is why they can't report to you immediately. I asked them to lure those people away from our location, and they are looking for an opportunity to attack them."