"Why do you need to shake them off? Can't we just go straight to the airport?"
Freya asked with a puzzled expression.
"They know that we're going to the airport, so they must have sent people to ambush us at the airport. The two of us can only drive back now, or board the plane somewhere else!"
Connor said in a low voice.
"Alright then, we'll do as you say!"
Freya hurriedly nodded.
Connor narrowed his eyes and looked at the Mercedes-Benz behind him through the rearview mirror.
He secretly analyzed who the opponent was to himself.
After all, Connor had many enemies now. It was likely that they would come to find trouble with Connor.
Of course, it was also possible that Rockefeller's people knew that Connor had taken Freya away and wanted to stop him.
"This Mercedes-Benz belongs to our company!"
But at this moment, Freya suddenly said to Connor.
"Your company's car?"
