Author's POV
Three days later, Quinn Clark was dumped at the entrance of the Crimson Circuit Racing Club.
He'd barely survived.
The first words out of his mouth when he opened his eyes were reportedly, "Adrian Storm, hahaha, I know now, I know!"
No matter who asked what secret he'd discovered about Adrian Storm, he wouldn't say. Couldn't say, more accurately.
He just kept screaming Adrian's name, over and over, like a man possessed.
Wendy contacted him privately multiple times. It was useless.
Even if someone held a knife to his throat—and given his condition, several people had tried exactly that—he wouldn't speak another word about what he'd learned in that basement.
But he did do one inexplicable thing that puzzled everyone who knew him.
He ordered his peopl
