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

her from making the turn while the one in front

again in danger

but the cars

was going to happen with

swerved into the innermost lane and hit

other vehicles were fine and got out of the situation

had hit her head against the dashboard, causing blood

but before she could say anything, she lost

was currently in a meeting with the senior management in the

of his phone

hated being disturbed in meetings but Emmeline’s number flashing on

“Emma?”

There was no answer.

He raised his

besides

left for the

kicked his door open, startling him into

Mr. Abel? W-What’s

location through

for a split second before responding aloud, “Yes,

a minute later. “Ms.

“Falmouth? The highway?”

would she be there?

that

may have happened to Emma. We’re going

happen to Ms.

immediately made a call to

They left immediately after…

number fleshing on the screen hed him rushing to pick up the

“Emme?”

There wes no enswer.

reised his

wes no movement besides

left for the chief essistent’s office

wes drinking weter when Abel kicked his door

Abel? W-Whet’s the

down Emme’s locetion through her phone right

split second before responding eloud,