Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

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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.

She waited for the perfect time to swerve right and sped right for the ramp.

The car behind her picked up speed to stop her from making the turn while the one in front of her hit the brakes.

The Bugatti looked like it was again in danger of being crushed between the two vehicles.

She immediately took a left but the cars continued to give chase.

It was clear a car accident was going to happen with the innocent drivers ahead,

She swerved into the innermost lane and hit the concrete barrier.

Despite the danger, the other vehicles were fine and got out of the situation scot-free.

Emmeline had hit her head against the dashboard, causing blood to gush from the impact.

She dialed Abel's number but before she could say anything, she lost consciousness.

Abel was currently in a meeting with the senior management in the conference room.

The sudden ringing of his phone had him frowning.

He hated being disturbed in meetings but Emmeline's number flashing on the screen had him rushing to pick up the call.

"Emma?"

There was no answer.