It was unclear whether Bryson had timed it deliberately.


    While the light shone green, Dotson was deep in conversation with Maloney.


    However, Bryson didn’t hesitate.


    He hit the gas and the car shot forward.


    Hannah was securely buckled in, and Maloney was alert, but Dotson, caught mid-sentence, was thrown back against his seat with a loud thud!


    “Ah!” Dotson winced, the pain evident on his face.


    Maloney, empathizing deeply, turned to gaze out the window.


    He couldn’t help but think that Dotson’s rough times were just beginning.


    After dropping off Hannah and Dotson at the White family’s residence, Bryson set off for Valmere.


    As Maloney started to get out, Bryson halted him.


    “There’s still space at the Mitchell ce.


    Would you like toe back with me?”


    Though it sounded like an invitation, Maloney sensed there was no room for refusal.


    Without further ado, Maloney settled back into his seat and turned to Hannah.


    “That works.


    I’ll head back and discuss our coboration with Mr.


    Mitchell.


    Don’t worry about me, Miss Moore.


    ”


    “Okay,” Hannah replied, her tone distant.


    “Take care on your way.Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org.


    ”


    After parting ways with Hannah, Maloney turned to Bryson and remarked, “It seems Miss Moore has been quite distracted since leaving the ind.


    Has something happened between you two?”


    “There’s nothing amiss between us,” Bryson replied, his voice and eyes as cold as the steering wheel he gripped.


    “She got a message but didn’t show me what it said.


    She’s been acting oddly since.


    ”


    “A message? Who sent it?” Maloney inquired, his curiosity piqued.


    Bryson responded, “All I know is that it was likely from the man with the rabbit head mask.


    ”


    “What? That man?” Maloney eximed, a sudden thought striking him.


    “Do you want to find out what the message said?”


    Peering at Maloney through the rearview mirror, Bryson asked with a hint of suspicion, “What are you scheming?”


    “Not scheming, really,” Maloney replied, touching his nose thoughtfully.


    “I’m just thinking of borrowing her phone to take a quick look.


    ”


    Bryson’s eyes narrowed slightly at the suggestion.


    “If you’re looking to get yourself killed, leave me out of it.


    ”


    Bryson turned his head away, neither agreeing nor objecting.


    “It’s just a quick peek, nobody will even notice.


    With a little cunning, Dotson could be persuaded to assist us,” Maloney dered with assurance.


    Bryson gave a dismissive snort.


    “He’d better be helping you.


    ”


    Maloney, always scheming, grinned slyly.


    “Don’t worry, I’ve got a n to bring him around.


    ”


    At that moment, Hannah and Dotson were walking into the White family mansion.


    Just as they entered, Dotson’s phone rang.