Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 637 Renee's POV | heard it before | saw it. Metal crumpling. Glass exploding. That unmistakable, sickening sound of a serious crash. | glanced at the rearview mirror on instinct. The Audi had veered off the road. It was spinning out of control. Kicking up clouds of dust. Slamming into something | couldn't clearly see. And then it stopped. Crooked. Completely crushed. Still. My foot moved to the brake before | consciously decided to The car slowed abruptly. | skidded slightly before regaining control.

| came to a full stop on the uneven shoulder, hands clamped around the steering wheel so tightly it hurt, staring into the mirror. Smoke was beginning to curl up from the Audi's crumpled hood. No. ---- | didn't want this. | didn't want her actually hurt. Not like that. Not that bad. | just wanted... | just wanted her off the road for a few minutes. To delay her. To get to the estate first. To tell my version before she could. That was it. Just a stupid game. A reckless race over who got there first. | only sped up when she tried to pass me. | only held my pace so she couldn't get around me.

| didn't think about the truck coming the other way. | didn't think about the fact that she would have literally nowhere to go once she was trapped in the opposite lane. | didn't think about consequences. My breathing turned shallow and uneven. My hands were visibly shaking on the wheel. | looked forward through the windshield. The road stretched ahead in a nearly straight line. | could keep driving. No one had seen what really happened. | could just go to the estate. Tell Nick everything exactly the way ---- I'd planned. Finish what | came to do. Gwen would be fine. Someone would stop.

People always stop for accidents like that. An ambulance would come. Hospitals would take care of her. She had money. The best doctors. The best recovery possible. She didn't need me there. My foot hovered over the gas pedal again. Ready to move. To leave. But | looked in the mirror one more time. The Audi was still there. Twisted. Smoking at the side of the road. "Shit," | muttered, punching the steering wheel in frustration. Before | could overthink it, before | could rationalize my way out of it, | was making a dangerous U-turn in the middle of the road.

driver, a large middle- ---- aged man, was already running toward the Audi with his phone pressed to his ear. "There's someone inside!" he was shouting to whoever was on the other end. "Yes, yes, state highway, kilometer-" He looked

window had been, | could see her clearly. Gwen. Unconscious. Or dead. | couldn't tell from where | stood. Her head hung at an unnatural angle. Blood ran freely down her pale face. Too much blood. Way too much. My

hurrying toward me. He looked pale. Shaking almost as much as | was. "l.." | started, but my voice failed the first time. | cleared my throat. "I saw everything. She tried to overtake me recklessly. Way too

curve so fast and | just... | couldn't do anything." "It wasn't your fault," | cut in quickly, almost defensively. Because it really hadn't been. Not his The fault was entirely mine. | looked at Gwen again

So much. | can't even tell where it's coming from." | stood there completely useless. Just watching Other cars began stopping. People getting out, approaching with curiosity

my fault. Because it wasn't. Not completely. Not entirely. She had been driving dangerously fast. Trying to pass recklessly. ---- | was just... there. Wrong place. Wrong time. The ambulance finally arrived, sirens slicing through the tense silence. Paramedics jumped out with professional urgency. Heavy equipment. Competent hands that actually knew

with specialized tools, working carefully. A igid cervical collar. Quick checks of vital signs. Numbers and medical terms shouted back and forth. | only caught fragments. "- blood pressure dangerously low..." "- severe head trauma..." "- possible internal bleeding..." "- stabilize before moving..." Eventually, they managed to extract her from the car. Carefully. Painfully slow. They placed her limp body onto a stretcher. ---- That was when | saw her