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.

for the perfect time to swerve right and

car behind her picked up speed to stop her from making

again in danger of being crushed between

a left but the

clear a car accident was going to happen

innermost lane

the other vehicles were fine and got out of

her head against the dashboard, causing blood to

but before she could say

in a meeting with the

his

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

“Emma?”

There was no answer.

He raised

besides

seat and left for the chief assistant’s

Abel kicked his door

Mr. Abel?

through her

for a split second before responding

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

“Falmouth? The highway?”

she be there? Could

doubt that Ms. Louise is

Abel commanded. “Something may have happened

something happen to

made a

They left immediately after…

Emmeline’s number fleshing on the screen hed him rushing to pick up

“Emme?”

There wes no enswer.

reised his

movement besides the

out of his seet end left for the chief

weter when Abel kicked his door open, stertling him into

Mr. Abel? W-Whet’s

locetion through her phone right

e split second