Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

Chapter 110

A fleet of speeding cars rushed down the street, carrying the shocked voices of pedestrians with them.

All were bulletpront models, with a starting price of five million dollars each.

Artp.m, every worker on their way to work couldn’t help but stop and stare,

It was only after the convoy passed that they snapped out of it, replaying the stunning scene in their minds,

All they could say was, “This is Strate City, after all” Even scenes straight out of a novel could happen here. For these workers, it was truly an eye opener

Most drivers, when faced with such a situation, would choose to yield.

But there was one exception.

Inside one of the cars, Wendy’s earpiece beeped twice. She glanced outside, then lowered her gaze and listened attentively.

“Boss, there’s a white Audi at our rear flank. It’s been following us since the fork before White Bridge.”

Wendy looked in the direction he mentioned. The car was accelerating, rushing straight toward them.

She frowned and ordered coldly to the person on the other end of the earpiece.

“Pick up the speed and alert everyone to watch that car. Stop it at the first sign of trouble. Miss Yvonne just got back. If she gets hurt, none of us will make it out alive.”

The person over there responded. “Alright!”

The Holmes family’s license plate number was so recognizable. Almost everyone in their circle knew that their plates were based on the birthday of their long–lost daughter.

This made it easy for anyone who wanted to target the Holmes family. All they had to do was find the license plate.

This was also why the Holmes family only used bulletproof cars when they traveled.

One of the most recognizable among them was Tinley, whose one was Yvonne’s full birthday.

Since the child went missing, it had been used for more than three years.

Just a minute after Wendy gave the order, the white Audi slammed its accelerator to the floor, as if it were about to take off.

The driver seemed to have the intention of taking them all down together, speeding straight toward Tinley’s car.

A loud crash echoed through the air.

The tires screeched against the ground as a black car intercepted it halfway, blocking the path between the white Audi and the car Tinley was in.

Immediately after, another car from behind charged forward and collided with the side of the white Audi.

flipped over, they finally backed away.

on the two black cars, but the white cars looked

car windows shattered with a loud crash, and the front of the car was severely deformed from the

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smashed, like those hopelessly scrapped

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walked to the white car that rolled over. He vigorously opened the deformed door, unfastened the seat belt, and dragged the bloody person out of the driver’s seat.

him now,

boss’s car? Are you tired of

cars, and by chance, someone

was on the verge of breathing, his consciousness

my painting! I don’t want money, I want

Tower this morning now had a crazed look on his face. Combined

want my painting!”

he dreamt of his deceased father, along with his grandfather, great–grandfather, and several generations of

him, accusing him of being wasteful, calling him an unfilial son, and

he glanced at his phone and discovered that the

his phone fell to the ground, his face turned pale,

family heirloom had been sold to someone else. That’s why Horizon

he spent

rang, many members of the Holmes family went

waiting for four hours, he finally spotted them.

lost his sanity and drove straight into them.

happened, Wendy headed for Tinley’s

rolled down, and her voice was low

the invitation letter sent by the auctioneer. Kenny dislocated his arm, and he

but she couldn’t see anything from her angle, so she tried to climb onto Tinley.

quickly reached out and supported her, afraid

enjoyed watching Yvonne’s lively expressions: curious, happy, excited, and all

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her, the sound of her

was the cutest, no matter what,

her, turned to the person outside the car, and asked,

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it for a few seconds, then clicked on a high

It’s this one.”

image for a long time, examining the craftsmanship, composition, technique, the poem inscribed on

but her voice seemed to carry something strange. “What’s