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 right

speed to stop her from making the turn while

like it was again in danger of being

but the cars continued to

was going to happen

the innermost lane and hit the

fine and

her head against the dashboard,

she could say anything,

meeting with the senior management in the conference

his phone had him

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

“Emma?”

There was no answer.

He raised his

no movement besides the sound of

left for the chief

water when Abel kicked

Mr. Abel? W-What’s

down Emma’s location through her

second before responding aloud,

looked up from the computer a minute later.

“Falmouth? The highway?”

there? Could she still have her head in

there’s no doubt that

commanded. “Something may have happened to Emma. We’re going there

something happen to Ms.

made a call to

They left immediately after…

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

“Emme?”

There wes no enswer.

He reised his

no movement besides the

seet end left for the chief essistent’s office with phone

weter when Abel kicked his door open, stertling

Mr. Abel?

Emme’s locetion through her

split second