All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 295 Have a Flat Tire

Branden took Catherine’s hand and led her down the ship. Paxton was not with them, so Branden planned to drive himself.

Their cars were all parked at the parking lot by the shore before they headed to the island. Catherine peeked at Branden and noticed the dark circles under his eyes. She said casually, “I’ll drive.”

Branden did not object to it. He was glad that Catherine was thoughtful and cared about him. “Okay,” he replied softly and handed the car key to Catherine. Catherine had masterful driving skills.

After they got into the car, Catherine started the engine quickly and drove away. The dock was remote, and they did not meet many cars or passengers, so Catherine drove speedily.

When driving past a ditch, the car shook violently and hit the side uncontrollably.

“We have a flat tire,” Catherine said sternly.

It was an emergency, but Catherine was calm and unaffected by it. Yet, her cold eyes darkened a little, and she sneered. The accident caused the car to rush toward the guardrails out of control.

They were in the mountainous region. If the car broke through the guardrails, they might fall from the mountain. On the other side was the precipice. At such a fast speed, the car would crash, and they would die if the car hit it.

There was no time for Catherine to think. She could only try to lower the damage to the minimum level when confronting such an accident. They had an unexpected flat tire while driving at high speed.

Even an experienced driver who had been driving for decades could not handle it perfectly. It was inevitable to get hurt. All she could do was to reduce the damage and not get themselves killed.

Catherine turned the steering wheel like crazy and drove toward the cliff’s edge. Before the car hit the edge of the cliff, Catherine turned the steering wheel at full speed again.

ditch between the cliff’s edge and the highway, consistently exerting effort to steer it uphill, intensifying

braking. Catherine avoided a disaster perfectly and

car was stationary. In the

his handsome face were staring at her fixedly. In his eyes, Catherine saw no fear or panic but intriguing oddness. Catherine wore a

“You’re not afraid?”

at her and raised his eyebrow, teasing, Why would I be since

It was almost impossible

his life. Their eyes locked for a few

off and

got off. Branden followed suit, as obedient as a wonderful husband. White smoke seeped out of the car hood. The unconventional driving had

performance was crucial in avoiding a catastrophe. Catherine scanned the four tires and instantly knew what was going on. She tilted her head to eye Branden,

all slashed to some extent, and they noticed that some still had nails embedded, evidently used

the best run -flat tires. The fact spoke for itself. It was not an accident, but some people wanted them dead. Unsurprisingly, a group

wore masks and held weapons. Dayton never thought that Catherine could find a way

good luck. Nonetheless, she would not leave

to teach Catherine a great lesson, he must get it done. Dayton called his men to gather there. He had heard

was raised in the countryside, and it was normal for her to be nimble. To make his plan foolproof, Dayton had arranged for a dozen hired thugs

was a piece of cake for them to get rid of a

and was indifferent. She did not take the aggressive and lethal men to heart. With her hands

a palm that was supporting her like a powerful force. Catherine had never had such a feeling before. It was unusual and weird, but she did