I comforted Caroline, saying, "How about this? You focus on your work, and I'll go there this afternoon to keep watch. If I spot someone familiar, I'll find a way to follow them in."
Caroline was already overwhelmed by the promotional plan. She nodded. "Keep in touch."
And so I drove to Calista Gallery. I ended up circling the area for a while because the gallery was in a remote location, and I wasn't familiar with the route. It took me a while to find the exact location.
Caroline was the one who usually scouted out places. So, I had no choice but to call her for help.
"It's not your fault. That area is full of twists and turns." Caroline comforted me and suggested, "You can try something else."
She instructed me to park by the roadside and observe the passing vehicles. If I noticed three or more luxury cars heading in the same direction, it was most likely where the gallery was.
That made sense. Yet, the moment I hung up the phone, I suddenly felt my body lurch forward, crashing into the steering wheel.
Ouch!
A blue Porsche had run into my car.
Ignoring the sharp pain in my wrist, I glanced into the rearview mirror, annoyed.
Trouble was the last thing I wanted.
I opened the car door in frustration. But when I looked up, I saw the familiar shade of dyed gray hair.
It was Jonah.
He still had a pair of bright red headphones around his neck and was wearing a vintage jacket matched with denim jeans. At a glance, he appeared rebellious yet full of life.
After briefly exchanging a glance with me, he grinned. "Nancy, this must be fate."
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