#Chapter 270: One Last Chance

TIMOTHY POV Timothy blinked, astonished and slightly unnerved to see Mr. Fitzgerald staring back at him. "Mr. Fitzgerald, what are you doing here?" Timothy asked, a mix of surprise and suspicion in his voice. The older man seemed reserved, his normally confident demeanor replaced by a sense of urgency. "Timothy, I've been looking for you," he replied, his tone measured but urgent. "Looking for me?" Timothy's eyebrows furrowed. "Why?" "Come outside with me. I need to talk to you," Mr. Fitzgerald said, gesturing toward the exit. Timothy followed him outside, his heart pounding. As they stepped through the doors, Timothy's eyes fell on a sleek car parked nearby. He turned to Mr. Fitzgerald, confusion etched on his face. "What's going on?" "Get in the car, Timothy. No fuss," Mr. Fitzgerald instructed, his tone brooking no argument. Timothy hesitated, a sense of foreboding settling in his stomach. "I can't just go with you. Tell me what's going on." Mr. Fitzgerald's eyes bore into