It was a call from the police station. After Savannah and Shanee received the call, they hurried to the scene of the accident.
It was at the entrance to the expressway. When they arrived, the scene had not yet been cleaned up.
"What's going on?" Shanee went forward to negotiate with the traffic police and introduced Savannah. "This is Third Young Mistress. You can tell us frankly."
A traffic policeman nodded at Savannah. "Third Young Mistress, here's the thing. When we arrived, we only saw this car. We found it according to the car's license plate number. This is Master Handerson's car, right?" As he spoke, he pointed at a blue Bugatti.
Savannah's heart pounded, and she nodded with difficulty. That was right. It was Callan's car. Callan would only drive this kind of sports car when he didn't need a driver. But now, the car had crashed into the guardrail, and it was beyond recognition.
"Where is he?" Savannah asked the traffic policeman anxiously, "Where's Callan?"