Chapter 399 Enemy of the Enemy

Dalton spent a long time switching cars this time.

Worried about being spotted, Chandler could only watch from a hundred yards away, clueless about what was actually going on.

Just as Dalton settled into his new vehicle, an unexpected guest suddenly opened the back door and slid into the seat next to him.

Dalton shot a wary glance at the stranger.

“Who are you?”

The man had a scar over his brow and casually held a cigarette between his lips, giving off a vibe that was anything but trustworthy.

“Listen, you’re being followed, and you probably don’t even realize it,” the man said, taking a drag from his cigarette and rolling down the window to flick the ash outside.

“Did you think your little car-switching trick was clever? To Chandler, that’s just child’s play,” he added with a smirk.

Dalton narrowed his eyes. “Who the hell are you?”

“It’s not about who I am. It’s about me helping you lose him,” Zane replied.

“You’ll be arriving at your destination soon, right? Do you really think changing cars a few more times will shake him off your trail?”

Dalton turned to look behind him.

Sure enough, there was a black car parked quietly in the shadows.

The lights were off, making it hard to see if anyone was inside, almost like it had been waiting for a while.

But Dalton recalled that there hadn’t been a car parked there when he first drove in.

His expression darkened.

He had come from the bar, which meant Chandler had been following him without a sound, and he hadn’t noticed a thing.

Now, this mysterious man seemed to have been tailing him too.

Dalton felt like all his efforts to switch cars had been pointless.

“Is Uncle Chandler suspicious about Meryl being with me? Does he already know?” he thought, unease creeping into his mind.

“Hey, don’t give me that look. Honestly, I couldn’t care less about where you’re headed,” Zane said, casually shrugging as he exhaled a plume of smoke.

Dalton’s eyes narrowed. He knew things like this didn’t come without strings attached.

“What’s your game? What do you want from me?”

“Let’s just say I’ve had a run-in with your uncle.”

That caught Dalton’s attention.

Zane was the guy who had kidnapped Meryl in that abandoned building a while back.

He had planned to blow her up inside, but the police had caught him before he could pull it off.

Now, it seemed he was out again.

Dalton narrowed his eyes, feeling a cold disdain for this man.

He was a criminal, totally different from someone like him, who’d had everything handed to him on a silver platter.

He looked down on Zane, but his upbringing kept him from showing it outright.

Dalton figured this guy must have crossed paths with Chandler during his time at the police academy.

Whatever the reason, Dalton wasn’t interested in the details. He had no desire to dig into Zane’s messy history.

Zane seemed to sense Dalton’s disdain.

He snuffed out his cigarette and tossed it out the window, the dying ember disappearing in the night.

“Look, I may not be a saint, but you know what they say. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. You get that, right?

“Life isn’t just about good and bad. It’s about what you stand to gain. And as a businessman, I’m sure you know how to weigh your options.”