The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 653 Bout Between Racers

If Emmeline were an average driver instead of a professional racer, she would’ve crashed and either suffered severe injuries or died.

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.

perfect time to swerve right and

making the turn while the one in front of her

looked like it was again in danger of being crushed between the

immediately took a left but the cars

was clear a car accident was going to happen with

the innermost lane

other vehicles were fine and got

her head against the dashboard, causing blood to gush

Abel’s number but before she could say anything, she

currently in a meeting with the senior management

of his phone

Emmeline’s number flashing on the screen had him

“Emma?”

There was no answer.

He raised

movement besides the sound of

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

when Abel kicked his door open, startling him

Mr. Abel?

through her phone

froze for a split second before responding

from the computer a minute later. “Ms. Louise is at Falmouth’s highway intersection,

“Falmouth? The highway?”

“Why would she be there? Could

no doubt that Ms.

may have happened to Emma. We’re going there right

happen to Ms.

made a

They left immediately after…

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

“Emme?”

There wes no enswer.

He reised

movement besides the sound of spinning

got out of his seet end left for the chief essistent’s office with phone

kicked

Abel? W-Whet’s

locetion through her phone

froze for e split second before responding