Chapter 400 Failure

Hearing Zane’s words, Dalton paused, weighing his options.

Despite switching cars multiple times, he hadn’t shaken off Chandler. Without Zane’s help, he knew that trying to outsmart him again would be pointless.

But the man’s shady reputation gave him pause.

“Let me be clear. I won’t get involved in anything illegal. That’s a hard line for me. You can propose other terms, and I’ll think about it,” Dalton replied, his tone icy.

Zane shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I wouldn’t dream of dragging you into anything criminal. You’re the rich heir, after all. Someone like me? I wouldn’t dare.”

“So what exactly do you want from me?” Dalton’s expression hardened, an invisible barrier forming between them.

“I just need a favor. I haven’t quite figured out what it will be yet, but I’ll let you know once I do.”

Glancing at his watch, Dalton realized it was already one in the morning. If he didn’t hurry back, the sandwiches he’d ordered for Meryl would be stone cold.

“Now that’s what I like to hear!” Zane grinned, opening the car door and stepping out with a flourish. He waved casually as he left.

The driver looked over and asked, “Sir, are we good to go now?”

“Yeah,” Dalton replied, and the car pulled away, swiftly disappearing into the night.

Meanwhile, Chandler had been observing from a distance. He’d noticed someone getting in and out of Dalton’s car, and when he saw it finally pull away, he considered chasing after it.

But just then, a few cars suddenly swerved in front of him, blocking his path.

The vehicles formed a makeshift barrier, one even circling around him in a taunting manner.

Chandler narrowed his eyes, realizing that Dalton must have caught on to his presence.

Not wanting to waste time, he pressed the accelerator, executing a perfect drift that propelled his car forward, slicing through the blockade with ease.

Zane watched in surprise. He hadn’t expected Chandler to be such a skilled driver.

He sprang into action to pursue him, but a massive truck rolled in from behind, obstructing his way.

By the time the truck passed, it was too late. Chandler’s car had already vanished from view. Zane clicked his tongue, frustration mingling with grudging admiration.

Meanwhile, Chandler sped off in the direction where Dalton had disappeared, frustration simmering in his chest.

After all the chaos, he found himself driving aimlessly, trying to figure out which way Dalton had gone.

The road branched out in all directions, and he cursed under his breath, feeling the weight of his failure.

If it hadn’t been for that sudden ambush, he wouldn’t have let Dalton slip away so easily.

After successfully losing Chandler, Dalton made his way back to the villa.

The light in Meryl’s room was still on.

It was well past midnight, but instead of resting, she was leaning against the window, straining to catch sight of him outside.

When she didn’t spot any cars following him, a wave of disappointment washed over her.

She had hoped that by dousing herself in perfume and getting close to Dalton, she could stir some jealousy in Chandler or at least grab Lydia’s attention.

No woman would tolerate her husband being entangled with another woman, and Meryl was banking on Lydia to act.

She thought surely Lydia would send someone to keep tabs on Dalton. When that happened, she could slip away unnoticed.

But it was becoming clear that she had overestimated Lydia.

With her heart sinking, Meryl’s gaze dropped.

This setback made her realize that she might be waiting a long time for another chance.

Just then, a knock broke the silence, and Dalton’s voice came through the door.