The next second, the call was connected.
"Ms. Yellen, what happened?" Zayn sounded a little tired.
"Mr... Mr. Mitchell, your car has a tracker installed in it. Get another car! It's the first time I've called him, and I'm so nervous that I almost called him honey.
"Mr. Mitchell, there is indeed a car following us. I'll get some cars over right now." His agent's anxious voice came from the other end of the line.
"Thank you for your reminder, Ms. Yellen. I'll be back tomorrow." This time, it was Zayn's voice.
"You're... you're welcome." My ears turned red and I immediately hung up.
His last sentence was just like an ordinary husband reporting to his wife, which made me restless.
Zayn didn't know that his contract wife was a loyal fan of his for fifteen years.
Thinking of Zayn's tired voice, I became even angrier. My husband was so tired, but he was still tortured by his crazy fans.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became.
I, the eldest daughter of the Yellen family, couldn't swallow it. I decided to confront them.
Hence, I immediately got in my Ferrari.
Sure enough, on the way to Zayn's Hotel, I saw a car following them.
I called the police and followed the private car.
Unexpectedly, the car noticed that I was following it and drove away in another direction.
I couldn't let them escape, so I sped up and chased after them.
Seeing this, the car also sped up and fled.
My desire to win was aroused. I stepped on the accelerator to the end and smiled evilly.
Racing with me? Stupid.
Only the reaper could stop me!
Of course, there were also the police.
"This is the reason for your car racing. The policeman opposite knocked on the table and said seriously,
"Fortunately, you are not in the downtown area. Otherwise, do you know how serious the consequences of racing are?"
Yes, I called the police and they arrested me as well.
"I am sorry, sir," I lowered my head as if I was admitting my mistake.
Seeing this, the policeman's tone became much better.
"But your reason is fair, and since you didn't cause any serious consequences, you may pay the fine and ask your family to take you back."
But I was in L.A for the concert. I had no other family there.
Except for my husband, who I was crazily in love.
In the end, I made called him.
"Excuse me, Mr. Mitchell... Can you pick me up?"
Half an hour later, Zayn appeared at the police station.