Meanwhile, a train of luxury sedans cruised along with one of them being a Rolls Royce. It was Zachary’s private ride. With the convoy stopping at the side of the road, Zachary rolled down his window and looked at the scar-faced man. He asked, “What are you doing here, Duncan?”

“I went to get something, but I came back to a scratch on my car.”

“Did you catch the perpetrator?”

Out of impulse, Zachary asked, “Do you need my help to catch whoever vandalized your car?”

“It’s fine. I got her