Chapter 89

　　Serena's POV 　　That's when the driver removed his hoodie, and my blood ran cold. I let out a loud scream as Ross's voice came through the phone, concerned, "Serena, what's going on?” 　　I stared at the dustbin collector, my voice shaking. 　　"Wh...what do you want?" 　　He responded with an unnerving calmness, "It doesn't matter what I want. I only have one job to do, and that's what I'm doing." 　　Through the phone, Ross's concerned voice cut through the tension, "Serena, are you okay?" 　　But I was beyond responding. My hands trembled as I discreetly reached for my pepper spray in my bag. 　　With a surge of adrenaline, I managed to pull it out and sprayed it directly at his face. 　　He let out a pained growl. The car swerved, and I struggled to hold onto the steering wheel. 　　As the vehicle went out of control, it eventually crashed into a tree. Dizziness washed over me, but I summoned every last bit of strength and sprayed the pepper spray at him again. 　　"How dare you," he barked, but I