Today, she found herself in this particular vehicle, with no time to switch.

The white car wasn’t moving very fast, allowing Katelyn to catch up with ease.

Panic struck the man in the passenger seat as he looked back.

“Hurry up, Bro! They’re right behind us!”

“Stop pestering me,” the driver retorted, frustration clear in his voice.

“I’m pushing it as hard as I can!”

The white car couldn’t compete with the power of Katelyn’s vehicle.

Their best chance now was to swerve onto the narrower, less populated streets, hoping to lose their pursuers in the twists and turns.

They had gravely miscalculated Katelyn’s capabilities. It wasn’t just that her vehicle was equipped for rough terrain; as a local, she knew all the secret shortcuts by heart.

Vincent watched as they closed in, soon able to spot the license plate on the white car.

He quickly fetched his phone and called Samuel.

“I need you to track down a white car for me. Arrange for an interception now,” he commanded before giving the license plate number.

“Understood, Mr. Adams!” said Samuel.

Katelyn expertly maneuvered her vehicle, keeping a safe but close distance to ensure she didn’t lose sight of the white car but also didn’t pass it.

She was cautious, aware that too much pressure might cause a crash. She needed the occupants unharmed—they were key to her questions.

Suddenly, to her astonishment, the white car took a sharp turn at the traffic light, veering off towards the northern edges of the city.

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Initially, their journey was meant to take them east towards the urban heart of Granville.

The northern outskirts were starkly different—abandoned and lifeless, dangerously close to the mountainous regions known for frequent landslide alerts.

Katelyn, doubtful, queried, “They’re opting for the mountains as their escape route?”

“That’s their best shot. The rugged mountain roads might just help them lose us,” Vincent explained calmly. Granville’s strong economy benefits from wide, well-maintained roads that make stealthy getaways tough in such open areas.

Conversely, the hazardous northern trails were so narrow that vehicles could only travel in a single lane.

Katelyn, accelerating and shifting gears with a smirk, said with a hint of irony, “Do they really believe they can beat an off-road vehicle at this game?”

Distress was evident in the white car. The passenger nervously questioned, “Are we lost? Why head to the mountains? Is hiding there even feasible?”

“Shut up!” the driver retorted sharply, his annoyance reaching a boiling point as he nearly wished he could eject his frantic companion.

“Your actions put us in this nightmare—chasing through the darkness! Once we’re clear, you’re mine to handle!”

As they continued northward, the shadowy outlines of the mountains approached, unveiling a slender mountain path ahead.

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