Chapter 915

Brandon pulled out his phone and made a call, instructing the person on the other end, "There's a car following my wife and I. Find out who they are without letting them know we're onto them." I was puzzled. "Why not let them know we've discovered them?" I asked. Brandon explained, "We don't want to alert them and scare them off. If they have ulterior motives, taking out this group won't stop another from following us." I understood his reasoning. Brandon and I then retrieved Lisa's luggage and headed out. On the way, the car behind us was rear-ended, and we pulled over. He received a message with a set of photos and information. "The Emorde family from Bayneton?" Brandon muttered to himself. I glanced at the photos, which showed the driver's partial profile. The driver had been cautious, rolling the window down only halfway. This made the person in the backseat visible only as an outline. However, Brandon's men had come prepared with a high-definition camera. They captured a clea