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.

to stop. Zach, however, made a bold decision to 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 vanished without

uncertainty. She looked at Zach in a panic only to see his eyes were gloomy and sent

and suspicion. ‘Madelyn Jent, what kind of games are

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

she had not been lying from the very beginning when she had said she wanted to leave. She had

to be beaten once

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

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drive, Madelyn found herself standing in front of

embarked on her solitary path. Relying on her memory, she navigated through the desolate streets, which emitted a noxious odor emanating from the

familiar sign and stopped in front

had to take

so she limped as

hurt a little.

she found the house

the flowerpot on