She sipped her lips, looked him once more in the eyes, and said powerlessly, "Then I'll go ahead, leave you alone, goodbye."
William Black was rather unhappy and looked very ponderous, "The next time I can explain my reasons together, I shall be happier."
Mary Kinson smiled mischievously, "Next time, I am sure."
With that, she quickly slipped out the office door, which was smooth with a jerk.
It seems that as soon as she entered the office, her heart rehearsed many times and fled the office.
After Mary Kinson leaving the company, she got on the bus, rolled up the window, and exhaled.
Although she is already married, she still feels a little depressed in his presence. She does not know where this depression comes from.
After a few minutes, she stopped in a deserted area, took out her phone, and started checking Meny's hotel.
The hotel seems to be owned by the family, and the general military or political personnel stay there much more, so the management is strict, and it's challenging to get in.
But for Mary Kinson, her only need is the address and directions from the hotel to the music night venue.
As long as she waits until the day after tomorrow, she can estimate Meny's departure time based on the opening time and find the vehicle Meny is in, which can stop everything.
Is it feasible to drive against the sky?
A day and a half is all Stelly needs to figure out which car Meny uses to get in and out of the hotel.
Towards evening, the night is gaining momentum.
The bustling capital lights up intermittently.
On the street is an Augusta F4CC, its black hull harmonizing with the tiny red lines of the wheels, and all the parts are handmade, what is known as a Ferrari in motorcycles. In general, this type of car is collected.
Therefore, it appeared on the street and attracted the attention of many car lovers.
The girl half leaning against the body is dressed in tight black that outlines the slender and long body lines, and the exposed neck is as white as jade.
Though she wears a black helmet, her lengthy hair falls like a waterfall behind her shoulders, giving her the incomparable glow of a noble spirit.
Her posture alone is in no way inferior to this handmade car.
Someone conveniently took a picture and sent a Facebook.
Mary Kinson frowned slightly, but she had not expected to attract so many stares.
She pulled her phone out of her back pocket, the screen lit up to show the model and license plate number, and her finger quickly sent back the message: location.
Then, in the first second, click on the little red dot following the applet representing the car's moving lane.
After making sure the tiny red dot was blinking and the process was correct, she put her phone back in her pocket and put on her Bluetooth ears.
Throwing her stretched long legs onto the car and lowering her waist and stomach along the outline of the body, there was no danger from excessive speed.
The black motorcycle sped across the highway like a lone shadow that quickly flashed in people's eyes.
Stelly's voice rang out, "There are three seconds left at the light ahead of you. After two lights, you can catch up to Meny's car. It will take a total of three minutes."
Mary Kinson relaxed her hand that held the brake, "Now, are the road conditions at the other intersections to be observed?"
Stelly, sitting in the chair, had a thin computer screen all over the wall, carefully playing back the traffic conditions of the street and various intersections.
"Per your instructions, the cameras are cut and tiled, I stare at them, and all road conditions are the same."
Mary Kinson released the brakes ultimately, and F4CC raced like an unruly wild horse through the intersection that was about to turn green, "OK, now is the most critical point, do not get distracted. You must inform me immediately if there is any deviation."
Stelly listened to the romantic sounds from the headphones and worried, "OK, Sister Mary, you should be careful too."
Mary Kinson crossed two traffic lights in the blink of an eye, and her auburn pupils stared at them for a moment as she slowly caught up with the commercial vehicles.
"Stelly, help me get a fix on the position. Is it the utility vehicle that's ahead of me?"
"Well, you are about to catch up to it."
"Good." Mary Kinson 's eyes narrowed slightly, and her speed continued to increase.
The reason she wants to follow is to keep an eye on Meny in case the road conditions change.
At the same time, news of the tragic death of a gifted teenager in a previous life flashed in my mind. They say the death was miserable, and the head was different.
A black Bentley is particularly conspicuous on the main street of Vandella.
Because its number plate reads WILLIAM Black label, all vehicles will swerve when they see it.
In the back seatsat, William Black played his watch, and his narrow phoenix eyes were full of clear light, staring at the picture in his apartment plate.
The co-pilot sat directing Music Night. He noticed the car behind him and frowned. "Master Seven, someone is following our car."
William Black gently tapped the dial, slowly raised his eyes and looked very deeply, "Do not get too close. Let her follow."
"Master Seven, why should she follow us? What if there is danger to Meny?"
The words fall, he feels constricted in the workshop, the air becomes extremely thin, his breath involuntarily goes up quickly.
He lifts his eyes and looks at her, then looks into the phoenix eyes with the hard color on William Black.
His heart twitched, and he hesitated, saying, "Seven Masters must have their reasons for doing this. I am talkative."
Meanwhile, outside the window.
Mary Kinson followed the utility vehicle closely, lights flashing in her eyes. She was always paying attention to the road conditions.
Stelly's accurate data report came from the headphones, "It will take about half an hour after you leave the trunk and you can reach the Music Night venue. Currently, there is no difference at any intersections."
"Hmm."
Mary Kinson listened carefully to Stelly's words but wondered.
It's clear that Meny had an accident on the way to the music night in her previous life, but now everything is going well.
It's not normal for everything to go smoothly! Something's not right!
Her heart clenched.
Gritting her teeth, she slammed the throttle with her right hand, causing the car's rear to make a quick air noise and speed up.
Soon, F4CC reached the position of commercial vehicles side by side. She observed the road conditions and looked inside the car.
Fortunately, the window was not rolled up, and she could barely see inside. Aside from a few adults, there was not a single Meny to be seen.
Her heart pounded.
Could not she stop the tragedy of past lives?
If Meny's fate can not be changed, then her fate will not be altered by being reborn!
Never!
Mary Kinson, the most incredible thing is life!
How can the information verified by Stelly be wrong?
Did the organizer especially ask Meny to change cars today?
What to prevent, she does not need to think about that, and it scares her a little.
Mary Kinson stepped on the gas and immediately ordered, "Stelly, look at the only way from the hotel to the music night venue, and which street is different. Even if there's a strange place, you have to tell me!"
Stelly saw her movement on the surveillance screen and probably guessed the reason. "Sister Mary, did I make a mistake?"
Mary Kinson shook her head, "Nothing, see what street the situation is on and let me know quickly."
The tragedy has not happened yet, and it's still too late.
Stelly did not let her down. In less than a minute, she found a clue: "Sister Mary, I saw a car of the same model in the adjoining street, and the street corner was straight, and a large number of locomotives poured out in a moment."
Mary Kinson breathed her brain blank for a moment, and countless points of light connected into a straight line.
In past lives, there were locomotive families at the scene of the accident!