Atlas didn't hesitate, saying, "Of course we have to go. She doesn't have the guts to attack us at home."

"Mr. Atlas." Just then, Dylan, who was driving, suddenly interrupted us. "We've got trouble behind us."

I was about to turn around when Atlas immediately held my head, telling Dylan, "Head back home."

Dylan acknowledged and stepped on the gas. Both Atlas and I instinctively looked in the rearview mirror. I noticed a car rapidly catching up from behind.

Dylan cautioned, "Protect Mrs. Chloe, Mr. Atlas.”

Atlas extended his arm to shield me, holding me close to him with a firm grip.

I could feel our car accelerating again. The roads were still crowded, despite it being late at night.

The pursuing cars were relentless, and they weren't alone.

Dylan was alert, and asked for backup as he drove.

I felt nervous, wondering who would dare to do this.

Although Celine was the obvious suspect, it seemed too blatant for her to attack us openly, especially after Grandpa had taken me away