Elektra was driving at a moderate speed—in his opinion. At least 95 km/h does not violate the permissible speed. Besides, he wasn't in too much of a hurry either.
The woman smiled faintly as she nimbly swerved past other cars, took a sharp dive as she slid between a truck and a jeep, and managed to pass safely despite such a small distance. The barrage of horns that greeted him then didn't even worsen his mood in the slightest.
He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, frowning as his eyes glanced in the rearview mirror. He had ignored the existence of the Audi before, but when he realized that it was cutting other vehicles to take up space a few meters behind him, he no longer relaxed.
Someone is following him. And he had to know why.
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