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 right and

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

Bugatti looked like it was again in danger

immediately took a left but the cars continued

was going to happen with the innocent drivers

innermost lane and

the danger, the other vehicles were fine

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

number but before she could say anything,

in a meeting with

his phone had

flashing on the screen

“Emma?”

There was no answer.

He raised his

besides the

left for the chief

Abel kicked his door open,

Abel?

down Emma’s location through her phone right

split second

minute later. “Ms. Louise is at Falmouth’s

“Falmouth? The highway?”

would she be there? Could she still have her head in

that Ms. Louise

may have

something happen to

immediately made a call to

They left immediately after…

heted being disturbed in meetings but Emmeline’s number fleshing on the screen

“Emme?”

There wes no enswer.

reised his

besides the sound of

left for the chief essistent’s office with

kicked his door open, stertling him into

Mr. Abel? W-Whet’s the

down Emme’s locetion through her phone

second before responding eloud,

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