CHAPTER 599: 595, LET’S GO!

"You don’t want to be caught by Grandpa Li and your uncles and aunts, do you?"

Titus Zane suddenly remembered that his grandparents and uncles were likely on their way back from the annual meeting at this moment.

In a flurry, he quickly adjusted his dress and was about to push open the car door when Nathan Moore grabbed his wrist.

With tense, earnest eyes, he said, "Didn’t we agree to leave together?"

Titus Zane...

"Can we go now?"

"Let’s go." Releasing Titus’s wrist, Nathan Moore held the steering wheel firmly, but Alder Locke was already standing in front of the car, hands still in his trouser pockets, down jacket unzipped to reveal a loose, dark knit sweater, his expression emotionless, slightly tilting his head without a word, watching Nathan Moore through the windshield.

"Move out of the way!" Nathan Moore frowned and was about to reverse when he saw Alder Locke unmoved.

An unhurried voice rang out, a smirk played on Alder Locke’s lips, clearly mocking.

"You won’t be able to leave."

"Won’t know until we try," Nathan Moore spoke as the sedan slowly started moving backward. Alder Locke glanced towards the back of the car silently, though his smirk grew more disdainful.

Instinctively, Titus Zane turned his head back—far in the distance, several beams of light flickered, probably from car headlights, and there was more than one vehicle.

During the attendence of the annual meeting, Little Li and a few guards had also followed...

A jolt of alarm struck Titus Zane. He grasped Nathan Moore’s hand, "Nathan, you go back first."

If Grandpa catches us, it’ll be his man who suffers.

Nathan Moore also looked back before biting his teeth, ready to turn the car around, but Alder Locke approached slowly again, his gaze briefly darting to the man inside the driver’s cabin, "Stop struggling in vain. Even if I didn’t come over, you still wouldn’t have been able to leave."

Through the glass window, the gaze of the two men locked tightly onto each other, one indifferent, the other both furious and resolute.

"Don’t believe me? Look over there." Alder Locke lifted his chin slightly. The two in the car instinctively followed the direction and saw, out of nowhere, two security guards with firearms standing within ten meters, their expressions stern as if ready to act on any advance they made.

"Nathan, they..."

Titus Zane murmured, unsure when those two guards had arrived, and whether they had seen them...

Feeling shy yet panicked, and just as he was at a loss, Alder Locke had already opened the passenger door. Looking ahead, he said, "Get out, they’re coming over."

Titus Zane quickly got out from the passenger side, and as he closed the door, he urgently said, "Nathan, hurry up and leave!"

Being caught by Grandpa could end up causing trouble.

Glancing at the two guards on high alert, gripping his teeth, Nathan Moore turned the car around and the black Audi headed back the way it came.

Even though she was only wearing a thin gown, Titus Zane felt no coldness at all, watching the direction Nathan Moore left for a long time without moving.

"Let’s go, let’s go home." A warmth on his shoulder, it was Alder Locke wrapping her along to walk toward the courtyard.

"Alder Locke...those two people...did you have them come over?"

Watching as those two guards also returned, Titus Zane couldn’t help but ask.

"No." The two words were clearly emotional. Under the night sky, Alder Locke’s brows were furrowed tightly, looking displeased at the road underfoot.

"Then why were they standing here?"

Hmph!

With a light sneer, Alder Locke turned to look at Titus Zane, "Do you think anyone can just park in front of a military compound gate?"

The private road leading to the compound is equipped with surveillance cameras that trigger alarms whenever vehicles with unfamiliar license plates enter.