The Cherished Wife

"So, my wifey is jealous, after all," Charles said, feeling quite pleased.

"Don't worry, dear. It's rare to see you jealous like this. I'll make sure this matter is handled perfectly and give you a proper explanation!"

As Charles spoke, he noticed a car following closely behind him. No matter how fast he drove, the car stayed on his tail, seemingly unbothered about being detected.

Charles sped up, and the car behind matched his pace.

Charles squinted as he listened to Noelle's laughter on the other end of the call. He narrowed his eyes further and said, "Nelly, don't follow me. Turn at the next intersection and head toward Wenford Road." "Why?" Noelle asked, sensing something was wrong but unsure what it was exactly. She looked ahead, but Charles' car was already out of her sight.

"Charlie, where are you? What's going on? Answer me!" Noelle shouted, panic creeping into her voice. "Charlie!"

I say. Turn at the next intersection and

accelerator. The car behind accelerated too, the driver clearly skilled enough

Peter's number. "Peter, track my location immediately. I've got a car tailing me. Tell Lareal to hack into the street cameras and identify who's following

sent the data to Charles. "They're from Kerlsberg. Charlie, who did you piss off?" Peter sounded more serious

someone get

opening a satellite positioning system on his computer to locate the pursuers. "There are three people in the car, two men and one

have to, won't I? Unless you want to come do it?" Charles retorted coldly. "Find me a spot nearby where I can take

onto the one-way road leading to the highway There's a stretch of abandoned land there where can confront them," Peter

line, his expression grave and his eyes