Jaysen Smith's mind exploded in a burst of terror, which then invaded his entire being, rendering his body rigid and paralyzed.
"Michael, where's Lucas Sandy?!"
Jaysen realized that his voice sounded alien, "Why is he still…"
Before he could finish, the phone in Jaysen's hand slipped out of his grip and fell to the ground.
As he tried to pick it up, his uncontrollable trembling fingers were unable to grasp the phone.
Suddenly, a car honk resonated from afar...
"Lucas Sandy!"
Jaysen's voice erupted with a desperate surprise. Only his words had barely settled when an unfamiliar car stopped right in front of him.
A man's face darkened instantly, realizing the car wasn't Lucas's. Besides, Lucas would never drive such a cheap yet flamboyant car. Panic seized him – if the newcomer wasn't here to help, that meant...
His car had been tampered with!
