"Turn back, TURN BACK. NOW!"
Under Helena's surprised yelp and the astonished gazes of bodyguards following behind, David made a sharp 360-degree turn from the intersection. The screech of tires against asphalt echoed like a banshee's wail as the luxury sedan performed an almost impossible maneuver.
"What's going on?!?" Helena asked, her voice pitched higher than expectations at a family reunion. She was baffled by how the situation had suddenly turned more serious than a funeral director's expression.
"Don't worry, it's nothing much." Vincent waved his hand dismissively, though his knuckles had gone whiter than fresh snow around his phone. "David, back to the Chillton hotel." His mind was spinning faster than a washing machine on the fritz. "Also call Raghu and his team of ten to come immediately."
