If Emmeline were an average driver instead of a professional racer, she would’ve crashed and either suffered severe injuries or died.

She made a sharp turn in a nick of time to shift the Bugatti into another lane.

Another car was about to collide with the back but she shifted gears again and allowed it to pass.

That was when a black sedan got in her way.

Another black car collided with the back of the Bugatti.

It shocked her. For two cars to sandwich her this way meant that they were after her!

Sh*t!

Who’s targeting me?

These people are enemies!

The road signs showed that she was still six miles away from the Falmouth intersection.

The number of vehicles in the area dwindled.

For the two cars to trap her so thoroughly meant they wanted something.

Emmeline, relying on her professional racing skills, continued to dodge them with neither being able to keep her in place for long.

They suddenly launched an attack to push the Bugatti toward the concrete barrier in the middle of the highway.

It would be inevitable for the car to flip at such high speeds if she crashed into the barrier.

That would end in a fatal car crash.

Sweat began to bead on her forehead.

The pincer attack clued her in that they were also professional racers whose skills were comparable to hers.

She couldn’t sit back and wait any longer.

She tightened her grip on the steering wheel to look for an opportunity to make her escape.

They were reaching the end of Falmouth’s highway.

time to swerve

her from making

it was again in danger of being crushed between the two

a left but the

car accident was going to

innermost lane

fine and got out of the situation

the dashboard, causing blood to gush from

dialed Abel’s number but before she could say anything, she lost

with the senior management in the

ringing of his phone

on the screen had

“Emma?”

There was no answer.

raised his

was no movement besides the sound of

and left for the chief

was drinking water when Abel kicked his door open,

Mr. Abel? W-What’s the

location through

split second before

up from the computer a minute later. “Ms. Louise

“Falmouth? The highway?”

she be there? Could

there’s no doubt that Ms.

“Something may have happened to

happen

and immediately made a call

They left immediately after…

in meetings but Emmeline’s number fleshing on the screen hed

“Emme?”

There wes no enswer.

reised

wes no movement besides the sound

his seet end left for the chief essistent’s office with phone in

when Abel kicked his door open,

Abel?

down Emme’s locetion through

second

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