Chapter Eighty-Six

As Damon continued to drive, his knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel, Charlotte's eyes widened with alarm as she glanced back, noticing the car that had been following them for miles.

"Um, Damon," Charlotte hesitated, her voice trembling slightly. "I think we're being followed."

Damon's face contorted in anger as he slammed his hand against the steering wheel. "It must be Hills or Regina," he seethed through gritted teeth. "They must have found out about our plan."

"But how is that even possible? I was sure they left the penthouse earlier today"

Charlotte's heart raced, fear gripping her as she looked at Damon. "What should we do now? We're about to get caught Damon. Do something, we can't get caught now!" She pestered him

Damon's expression hardened, his mind racing with a sudden change of plan. He grabbed his phone and began typing furiously, his actions shrouded in secrecy. Charlotte desperately sought answers, her voice filled with worry. "Damon, what are you