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.

to swerve right and sped

her picked up speed to stop her from making the turn while the one

like it was again in

left but the cars continued to

clear a car accident was going

innermost lane and hit

were fine and got out of

her head against the dashboard, causing blood to

before she

currently in a meeting with

ringing of his phone had him

disturbed in meetings but Emmeline’s number flashing on the screen had

“Emma?”

There was no answer.

raised his

no movement besides

left for the chief assistant’s office with phone in

when Abel kicked his door open, startling

Mr. Abel? W-What’s the

location through her phone right

for a split second before

computer a minute later. “Ms. Louise is

“Falmouth? The highway?”

be there? Could she still have her head

there’s no doubt that Ms. Louise is

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

happen to

made a call

They left immediately after…

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

“Emme?”

There wes no enswer.

He reised

wes no movement besides the sound

seet end left for the chief essistent’s office with

when Abel kicked his door open,

Mr. Abel? W-Whet’s the

locetion through her

split second before responding eloud, “Yes,