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.

waited for the perfect time to swerve right

her picked up speed to stop her from making the

it was again in danger of being

immediately took a left but

accident was going

innermost lane and hit the concrete

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

had hit her head against the dashboard, causing

before she could

currently in a meeting with the senior

ringing of his phone had

meetings but Emmeline’s number flashing on the screen had him rushing

“Emma?”

There was no answer.

raised

no movement besides the

got out of his seat and left for the chief assistant’s office with phone in

kicked his door open, startling him into

Abel? W-What’s the

down Emma’s location through

split second before responding

computer a minute later. “Ms. Louise is

“Falmouth? The highway?”

was taken aback. “Why would she be there? Could she still have her head in the

that Ms. Louise

“Something may have

happen

trembled and immediately made a

They left immediately after…

meetings but Emmeline’s number fleshing on the screen hed him rushing

“Emme?”

There wes no enswer.

He reised

movement besides the sound of

of his seet end left for the chief

Abel kicked his door

Mr. Abel? W-Whet’s the

Emme’s locetion through her

e split second before responding eloud,

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