"Faster," he ordered.
"Sir, we're already going...."
"Faster!"
The speedometer climbed. One hundred kilometers per hour. One-twenty. One-forty.
Still not fast enough.
Not when every second counted.
Not when the woman he loved was driving herself into hell, and he had no idea why.
"Sir," Huo Qi said quietly, not taking his eyes off the road. "Mrs. Huo must have had a reason. She wouldn't do something this reckless without cause."
"I don't care about her reasons right now," Huo Ting Cheng bit out. "I care about getting her out alive."
They could discuss her reasons later.
After he'd ensured she was safe.
After he'd dealt with whatever threat she was facing.
After he'd made absolutely certain that no one had hurt her.
And then, only then, would they have a very serious conversation about trust, and honesty, and the fact that she'd looked him in the eyes and lied.
But first, he had to find her.
The red dot on the screen had stopped moving.
