Chapter 298

Not long after, Leslie had already changed into an all-black outfit-black shirt, black pants-and jumped off the balcony like a shadow blending into the night. Another car rolled into the darkness. Soon, she trailed Broderick's car, keeping a steady but unhurried distance. The road kept stretching out, winding into more remote areas. They'd been driving along the coastal highway for a while. Windmere was a southern coastal city in Eastmark-mountains, sea, and booming economy. It neighbored Zephyr City and Blackwater City, forming a powerhouse economic triad. Leslie slid open the sunroof. The late-night sea breeze whipped in-damp and salty-blowing her long hair wildly. They were in a desolate stretch between the mountains and the ocean. The place, usually abandoned and lifeless, was suddenly lit up like daylight. The tense atmosphere hung so thick it was hard to breathe. This spot marked the border of Windmere and Blackwater City. Another twenty minutes down the road and you'd be in Blac