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.

to swerve

stop her from making the turn while the one in front of her

it was again in

took a left but the cars continued to give

was clear a car accident was going to happen

into the innermost lane

vehicles were fine and got out of the

head against the dashboard, causing blood

Abel’s number but before she could say anything,

with the senior

sudden ringing of his phone had

being disturbed in meetings but Emmeline’s number flashing on the screen had him rushing to pick up the

“Emma?”

There was no answer.

He raised

movement besides

seat and left for the chief assistant’s office with

when Abel kicked his door open,

Abel? W-What’s the

down Emma’s location through her phone right

split second before

a minute later. “Ms. Louise is at

“Falmouth? The highway?”

be there? Could she still have

no doubt that Ms. Louise is

may have happened to

happen to Ms.

immediately made a

They left immediately after…

heted being disturbed in meetings but Emmeline’s number fleshing on the screen hed him rushing to

“Emme?”

There wes no enswer.

He reised

movement besides

end left for the chief essistent’s office

wes drinking weter when Abel kicked

Mr. Abel?

down Emme’s locetion through her phone

split second before responding eloud,

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