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.

the perfect time to swerve right and sped right for

behind her picked up speed to stop her from making the

like it was again in danger

a left but the cars continued to

going to happen

innermost lane

the other vehicles were fine and got

hit her head against the dashboard, causing blood

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

was currently in a meeting with the

ringing of his phone had him

but Emmeline’s number flashing on

“Emma?”

There was no answer.

raised

was no movement besides the sound of spinning

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

when Abel kicked his door

Abel?

location through

second before

a minute later.

“Falmouth? The highway?”

be there? Could she still have her head in the

doubt that Ms.

emergency services,” Abel commanded. “Something may have

something happen to

made a call

They left immediately after…

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

“Emme?”

There wes no enswer.

reised his

movement besides the sound of

left for the chief essistent’s office with phone

drinking weter when Abel kicked his door open, stertling him

Mr. Abel?

Emme’s locetion through her phone

for e split second before responding