When she nced up, Alexander was nowhere to be seen.


    A car engine roared to life, and Quinn saw the headlights flick on. The car backed up a bit, then drifted and sped off.


    Quinn squinted at the car, her mind racing. Was that Alexander behind the wheel?


    A few drones buzzed overhead, tailing the car.


    After a brief ruckus, everything went quiet again.


    Quinn sighed, lying under the car. Chasing after him felt pointless; he always found her and hid her away again.


    Once she was sure it was all clear, she crawled out from under the car. Turning around, she saw some figures running towards her. They were moving slowly, looking banged up. Quinn leaned against the car, watching them closely.


    As they got closer, she heard Sean''s voice.


    "Let''s get in the car first. Those two groups don''t seem to know each other; they probably both think the other is us."


    "Where did Mr. Kennedy go?" someone asked.


    "Take care of yourself first. If we could get out, he surely did too. Get in the car," Sean said.


    They opened the car doors and piled in. There had been about ten of them when they came, but now only five or six were left. And they were all pretty beat up.


    Quinn hopped into the car too. Sean looked startled, "Mrs. Kennedy?"


    "Stop talking. He went ahead!" Quinn said, anxious.


    Sean was stunned for a moment, then quickly reversed the car and drove back the way they came.


    By the car''s headlights, Quinn scanned the roadside but found nothing.


    The car drove out of the small road and ran into another car head-on. They passed each other, and both saw the people inside.


    The next second, the sound of screeching brakes filled the road.


    Sean unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car, and the other party did the same.


    Quinn was surprised to see Walter getting out of the car.


    "Mr. Smith, where are you going?" Sean asked.


    Walter''s gaze swept over the group and finallynded on Quinn''s face. "You seem to be in trouble?" he asked.N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    "How do you know?" Quinn asked.


    Walter''s expression was somewhat subtle. When Quinn noticed his intense gaze, her expression changed suddenly. "Are those your people?" she questioned. "What do you mean? Can''t they be Landon''s people?" Walter argued.


    Quinn didn''t buy it and stared directly at him. "Then why are you here? And how do you know we''re in trouble?" she questioned.


    Walter sighed helplessly. "Get in the car first. Let''s find Alexander."


    He looked at Quinn, as if asking if she wanted to get in his car.


    Quinn had a ton of questions, so she didn''t hesitate and got into his car.


    Walter sat down beside her, and Quinn instinctively scooted away from him.


    Noticing her movement, he let out a lightugh. "You''re so distant with me now," he murmured.


    "Walter, are those people really yours?" Quinn asked again.


    "You''ve already decided they are. Do I still need to answer that question?" Walter said with a bitter smile.


    Quinn was silent for a moment, then said, "You''ve found us here, so there''s no need to answer. Do you really want to kill him that badly?"


    "I''ve always wanted to kill him. Don''t you know that?" Walter said casually.


    Quinn was stunned. She almost forgot that in Las Veges, he had tried to kill Alexander several times.


    He wanted to kill Alexander before, so why would he change now?


    Walter said, "Quinn, if I really killed him, what would you do? Would you kill me to avenge him?"