In that moment, every eye inside the car turned toward me.
The traffic light ahead had turned red, and all the cars around us were slowing down, waiting quietly for it to change. But I didn't slow down. My instincts were screaming at me, louder than any warning sign on the road.
I slammed my foot on the gas pedal.
The engine roared as the car shot forward. Tires screeched against the asphalt as I forced the wheel into a sharp turn and sped straight through the red light.
Behind us, the convoy reacted instantly.
And in that second, everything became clear.
Now I finally understood why Wisteria had appeared.
Someone had deliberately used her to distract Lewis and Vito, pulling them away from us at the most critical moment. While they were busy dealing with her, the real trap had already been set.
We were the true targets.
A cold realization settled in my chest. Whoever planned this had calculated everything perfectly. It wasn't just a coincidence. It was a ruthless strategy.
