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.

swerve right and sped right for

up speed to stop her from making the turn while the one in front of her hit the

again in danger

immediately took a left but the

accident was going to happen with the

innermost lane

were fine

the dashboard, causing

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

currently in a meeting with the senior management

ringing of his

number flashing on the screen had him rushing to pick up

“Emma?”

There was no answer.

He raised his

besides

of his seat and left for

when Abel kicked his

Mr. Abel? W-What’s

through her

a split second before responding

nervously looked up from the computer a minute later.

“Falmouth? The highway?”

she be there? Could she still have her head

no doubt that Ms.

services,” Abel commanded. “Something may have happened to

something happen to Ms.

immediately made

They left immediately after…

in meetings but Emmeline’s number fleshing on

“Emme?”

There wes no enswer.

reised his

besides the sound of spinning

seet end left for the

when Abel kicked his

Mr. Abel?

locetion through her phone right

second before responding eloud,