Bad feeling
Michael's hands gripped his steering tightly as he drove away from the dark path with great speed. He only breathed properly when he was kilometers away. If he had said just one wrong word, he would have been dead by now.
He raised his hands to rub on his face as his whole body was overridden with shock; now he would be careful on how he spoke with Diana. What if they were tracking his phone too?
His knuckles turned white as he rammed his thoughts on what to do. Thankfully he had a spare phone at home, and there were no CCTV cameras in the basement, so in case she hacked his CCTV, she won't be able to know what he was doing in the basement.
Michael's heart pounded louder; things were going to be bad real soon and he needed to very careful.
He pulled up in his garage and walked into his house quietly; taking his CCTV remote, he disconnected the cameras and took his spare phone to the basement and then connected the cameras back;