Sam repeated what he was saying before the call interrupted him, "I need you to train a few people for me."


    James, casually spinning his phone between his fingers, replied with a light tone, "Oh, I can''t, I''m busy."


    Sam: "..."


    So, he can find time for a date, yet he''s too busy for his uncle? Double standards shouldn''t work like this, right?


    James conveniently ignored the look on his uncle''s face, nced at the time, and stood up, "You''re busy, I''ll get going."


    Watching his nephew leave so abruptly, Sam''s face was a picture of disbelief: "..."


    Yeah, sure, as if.


    As soon as James left the office, he bumped into thew enforcement folks. The captain of the team instinctively paused when he saw James, about to say hello, but James walked by without even a nce.


    The captain''s expression stiffened for a moment but quickly rxed.


    Carter, following behind, was clenching his fists so tightly his knuckles were white. Only when James was far enough away did he speak up, “That''s way too cocky."


    The captain gave him a sideways look, "Looks likest time didn''t teach you anything."


    Carter bit his lip, too afraid to reply.


    The captain shook his head, speaking with a hint of knowing, "Some things take time. What''s the hurry?"


    With that, he knocked on Sam''s office door.


    Carter took a deep breath, trying to keep his frustration in check. Yeah, time would tell, there''d be a chance to settle the score.


    **


    Downstairs, Curtis pulled up, waiting for James to hop in before checking the rearview mirror and asking, "What did Sam want?”


    James leaned back in his seat, looking cool as a cucumber, "He wants me to train a few people."


    Curtis nodded, "I''ll sort it outter."


    "Alright," James replied casually.


    Curtis scratched his head, then said, "Oh, by the way, James, I sent you the video


    ofst night''s race. There''s something odd about it."


    James looked up, not bothering with his phone, "What''s odd?"


    "It''s about that racer. I asked around, and someone said they identally bumped into this expert at the neighboring track. Today, I checked, and there''s aplete ckout of information fromst night. No surveince, nothing."


    The race wasn''t just any race. Cruz losing that shipment must have ticked him off. He wouldn''t dare openly challenge the Shepherd family, but the racer might not be as careful.


    Curtis didn''t want to see an innocent person get caught up in this, and nned to quietly ensure their safety, but now the racer was untraceable.


    Without the race video, you''d thinkst night''s female racer just appeared out of thin air.


    James squinted slightly, "Maybe they don''t want to be found."


    Curtis nodded, "Seems like it. I asked the track staff, someone did rent the trackst night, but they left no clues."


    "Then let it be," James said, sounding indifferent.


    "Sure, but if we give the footage to Ms. Mirabe, she might be able to recover it," Curtis mentioned.


    Talking about recovering footage made Curtis feel a bit down. Are hackers everywhere now? It''s like you can''t avoid them.


    Ms. Mirabe''s skills were something he had to ept, but now running into a situation where he couldn''t recover surveince was... well, it was hard not to feel a bit outmatched.