Someone was following them?
Nora looked at the back through the rearview mirror—it was filled with cars.
Quentin lived up to his identity as a man in secret forces. His senses were sharper and keener than even hers. She also sensed it after Quentin brought it up.
"Can you throw them off?" Nora asked.
"Of course." Quentin said triumphantly, "Don't you know whose car you're in right now? How dare they tail me. They sure think really highly of themselves!"
He sneered, "I'm the only one who can tail other people in New York. No one can tail me!"
He suddenly turned the steering wheel all the way to the side at the traffic light and drifted straight into a small side road.
Nora looked at the rearview mirror—two black cars clearly looked a little confused because they hadn't expected him to suddenly break the traffic rules and go somewhere else.
However, another two cars soon followed after them from the side.
