Beyond the Divorce

I heard a loud crash behind us, followed by two explosions.

Despite the impact, the car continued to move forward steadily. Dylan slapped the steering wheel and breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did I open my eyes. The crossroad we had just narrowly crossed was now engulfed in flames, with the sound of exploding cars becoming more distant by the moment. I could feel Atlas's arm tightly around mine, which was relaxed slightly. He nervously asked, "Chloe, are you okay?"

"I'm not-"

Before I could finish my sentence, there was a sharp, cracking sound. My body immediately lurched to the left with a tremendous bang.

Atlas blocked my body with a powerful arm, wrapped another hand around my waist, and his head slammed against the car window.

I felt his hand loosen slightly for a little second. However, as soon as he realized it, he pulled me back into his embrace.

I clung tightly to his body, shivering from dread.

are you okay?" I asked

have been in danger

the track, and this road was different from the way back to the estate. Otherwise, it

that, although we thought we had shaken off the tail, more cars were

appeared, relentlessly

they're going all out. They won't stop until

support will be here soon!" Atlas comforted me, then said to Dylan, "Hold on, head toward Fifth Avenue! There will be support there!" "Got it!" Dylan responded

also knew that support would definitely come, but there were too many uncontrollable factors.

in danger of a

that maybe Grandpa was right-his place was

target his grandson and great-grandson, would he? But could it be that he was warning

head, I whispered in Atlas's ear, "Atlas, does Grandpa know that Celine wants to take action?" "It's not Celine!"

Bang!

faint sense of falling in my stomach.