As soon as Shermaine got into the car after leaving the event, she instinctively sensed that she was being followed.
She glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the familiar license plate. Her face remained unchanged, and her voice was calm as
she said, “Drive on.”
Ezra followed her to the apartment complex where she now lived. It was an unremarkable neighborhood, nothing special about it
at all.
Shermaine acted like she hadn’t even noticed his presence. But just as she was about to enter the building, she suddenly stopped.
Turning around, she looked at Ezra, her eyes colder than the night air around them.
“Mr. Yarbrough, if you keep following me, it’s going to start looking bad, don’t you think?”
Shermaine allowed him to follow because she knew there was nothing he could really do to her. After all, she was under national
protection now. She didn’t have to be afraid of any trouble or threats.
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