Ambush of the Quadruplets: Stay Away From This Woman

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 right and sped right for

picked up speed to stop her from making the turn while the one in

in danger of being crushed between the two

but the cars continued

was going to happen

into the innermost lane and hit the concrete

danger, the other vehicles were fine and got out of the

hit her head against the dashboard, causing blood to gush from the

before she

a meeting with the senior

ringing of his phone

on the screen

“Emma?”

There was no answer.

raised

no movement besides the

got out of his seat and left for the chief assistant’s

Abel kicked his door open, startling him into

Mr. Abel?

through her

split second before responding

from the computer a minute later. “Ms. Louise is at Falmouth’s highway intersection,

“Falmouth? The highway?”

was taken aback. “Why would she be there?

that Ms. Louise is

services,” Abel commanded. “Something may have happened to Emma. We’re going

happen to

trembled and immediately made a call to

They left immediately after…

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“Emme?”

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besides the sound

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kicked his door open, stertling him

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froze for e split second before responding eloud,