Seeing that Raeleigh wouldn't come out of the car, the man went to knock on the front car door. She tried to catch a glimpse of the man's face, but he never even took a glance at her, only knocking on the window, trying to get her out of the car.
Looking at the man, she called Jepherson immediately, but instead of speaking to him, she asked the man outside, "Who are you? What's the matter?"
"Show me your license," the man said with a straight face. Raeleigh looked around and said, "There are so many cars here. Why did you only stop me? I don't believe you are traffic police."
On the other side, Jepherson got out of bed and asked while putting on his clothes, "Which road are you on?"
"Antarctic Road, to Waverly Village," Raeleigh said. Jepherson had picked up the phone and called the people nearby. "What's going on?"
It was an authoritative tone. In other words, "Are you nincompoops not aware of what was happening?"
The person on the other end of the line immediately reported, "We're closing in. Please rest assured, Mr. Jepherson, Miss Raeleigh is safe."
"If she is, she wouldn't be stopped. Go to her immediately."
"Yes..."
Jepherson hung up the phone and left the manor, heading to where Raeleigh was.
The Richards family car Jepherson was on was specially his. As the driver knew he was anxious about Raeleigh's safety, he rushed the one-hour drive with only thirty minutes to where Raeleigh was. The driver would be on edge every time he ran a red light, as on the one hand, he needed to rush to Raeleigh, and on the other, he couldn't let anything happen to Mr. Jepherson.
Tired from reading, Zorion looked out the car and happened to catch Jepherson's car dashing past him, running a red light.
"Whose car is that?" Zorion asked knowingly. The driver replied, "I think someone from the Richards family got into trouble at the roadblock ahead."
Zorion was reading a medical book; he had no interest in the field, but Rossie did.
The driver's words got Zorion displeased. He slowly turned his head to the driver. "When? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I've told you, Mr. Zorion, but you've been paying attention to the book," The driver said helplessly. Since Miss Lautner left, Mr. Zorion had been absent-minded most of the time.
He had reported there was an incident at the roadblock ahead; someone had hijacked a Richards family's car.
To the driver, it was a significant matter. After all, the Richards and Whalen families were allies in the Capital City, and neither would sit and watch while the other was in trouble. But...
Zorion only nodded and continued to read. So he could only continue driving. Who would've thought Mr. Zorion would suddenly remember this.
"Go and have a look."
He lowered his head and continued to read, but his mind wasn't on the book this time.
It has been more than a month. Why was something happening again?
Zorion raised his head as he put the book on his lap, shifting his crossed leg, and said, "Arrange some men around the scene. I want him alive."
"Yes, Mr. Zorion."
Jepherson's car reached Raeleigh like a gust of wind, but he didn't get out. Seeing that the traffic had cleared and Raeleigh drove ahead, Jepherson ordered the driver to follow her. When she arrived at Waverly Village, he did, and so did Zorion.
Out of the car, Raeleigh looked at the person behind and smiled unknowingly. "Why are you two here?"
Still tired, Jepherson raised his eyebrows, walked to her, took her hand, and walked toward Xanthus's residence. After greeting Xanthus at the door, they went straight in.
Raeleigh followed Jepherson into her room. After getting on the bed, Jepherson went to sleep without even taking his clothes off.
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