Meanwhile, a train of luxury sedans cruised along with one of them being a Rolls Royce. It was Zachary’s private ride. With the convoy stopping at the side of the road, Zachary rolled down his window and looked at the scar-faced man. He asked, “What are you doing here, Duncan?”

“I went to get something, but I came back to a scratch on my car.”

“Did you catch the perpetrator?”

Out of impulse, Zachary asked, “Do you need my help to catch whoever vandalized your car?”

“It’s fine. I got her number. I’ll claim the damages from her after I get my car fixed. Wiltspoon is my city. She can run but she can’t hide.”

Returning to his car, Duncan Lewis started the engine and told Zachary, “I’m off.”

Without another word, Zachary wound the windows back up. The Rolls Royce followed by its convoy quickly drove away.

Time ticked away quickly.

It was soon evening.

Once the afterschool rush hour had calmed down, Serenity intended to make dinner for her and Jasmine in the kitchen when she