"Why are we going back, sir?" Steven questioned, his confusion evident as he stepped out of the vehicle with Mathew, who hurriedly led the way.
"They caught us," Mathew replied, his voice low, urgency etched in his words. He veered left, guiding them into a narrow alley.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Steven asked, his bewilderment growing as he followed Mathew's quick pace.
"Drake must have figured out who we are. Someone's been tailing us for like half an hour," Mathew explained, his eyes darting around the dimly lit alley, alert for any signs of danger.
"W-What, really? Are we in trouble, sir?" Steven stammered, fear creeping into his voice as he glanced back, his hands trembling.
Mathew remained silent, his expression grim, as he led them into another bustling street, blending into the crowd seamlessly.
"I told you not to come here," Steven said, his voice shaking with regret, realizing the gravity of the situation.
