Like many young women, Baylee’s bright and smooth feet wore a pair of fashionable sneakers.

Her feet didn’t stink, but carried an unspeakable beauty that shone as the sneakers were removed.

Harvey had no intention of enjoying the sight; he took a few glances at the sneakers after Baylee took them off.

“The Tracker Barley’s liquid is right under your soles. You must’ve stepped on it unintentionally. The simplest way is to deal with the shoes and change a flight. Normally speaking, it’d be way harder to track you after that,” he explained.

Baylee froze.

“That’s it? But why did we come in if it was that simple?”

“The killer might be hiding with your bodyguards…” Harvey replied.

“The Tracker Barley is just for show.

“In reality, the killer’s using that as cover. He’s been hiding among you and your people. That’s the only reason why he knows your every move.

“Only then could he slowly force you to your death.

“Who did you go against for this to happen? You’re still so young, but