The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Chapter 81

Zach was contemplating where she might be hiding. However, before long, Jadie’s voice broke the silence, directing Zach’s attention to a figure standing near a large truck. “Zach, look! It’s Madelyn,” Jadie exclaimed, her voice tinged with both surprise and concern.

Slowing down the vehicle, Zach saw Madelyn getting into the vehicle.

“Goodness gracious, why is Madelyn leaving with strangers? Has something happened to her? Should we contact the police?” Jadie’s words tumbled out in a rush, her concern palpable.

Zach averted his eyes, a contemplative silence enveloping him as he focused on the task of driving. “No need,” he finally replied, his voice subdued.

“Are you saying we should we just leave her be like that?”

Zach remained silent, his attention steadfastly fixed on the road ahead.

As the truck accelerated, its tires kicking up a cloud of dust, the distance between them and Madelyn swiftly expanded. Jadie could sense the car picking up speed, and a part of her longed for Zach to slow down, if only for a moment. Yet, she understood that he was determined to pursue the truck, leaving her no choice but to endure the increasingly intense ride.

run the red light, racing through the intersection. Yet, as he skillfully maneuvered around the corner, they were met with a disheartening sight-the truck they had been chasing had

lost them. What do we do now?” Jadie’s voice quivered with uncertainty. She looked at Zach in a panic only to see his eyes were gloomy

mind swirled with a blend of frustration and suspicion. ‘Madelyn Jent,

inside the truck, Madelyn stole a quick glance at the rearview mirror, her heart

said she wanted to leave. She had learned a lesson on the matter of Jadie. So, she hoped that in view of their friendship, Zach would stop thinking

to be beaten once

long-distance delivery driver and his wife, who were more than willing to offer her a ride. Explaining her situation to them, Madelyn lied to them that she had engaged in a heated argument with her father and was now determined to search for her long-lost mother. Sympathetic to her plight,

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herself standing in front

her memory, she navigated through the desolate streets, which emitted a noxious odor emanating from the nearby

familiar sign

in this building, and she had to take the stairs

so she limped as she

hurt a little.

house number

under the flowerpot on the