The sports car droned, its engine running at high speed.
But no matter how much Liam sped up or overtook the other party, he simply couldn't shake off Nora.
Gradually, he began to panic.
His hands around the steering wheel were perspiring and cold sweat trickled down his forehead…
He looked over at Nora again—only to see that the woman was still following him leisurely at the side. She was obviously overtaking him at times and could easily block his way by drifting horizontally, yet she deliberately slowed down and fell behind him.
She was just like a cat that clearly could catch the mouse but chose to tease its prey by deliberately letting it escape and then catching it again.
The look in the woman's eyes when she looked at him also carried a sense of determination to get what she wanted.
Liam felt even worse. He looked ahead of him again and swallowed nervously.
