I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 185

Isabella drove towards the police station, but the two cars behind her quickly

realized her intentions. They sped up and attempted to ram into her car

whenever they had the chance.

Despite her excellent driving skills, she couldn’t outmaneuver drivers who

were willing to risk their lives. Her car was hit several times from behind, but

fortunately, the Cayenne’s performance was good enough for her to regain

control each time.

There were only three intersections left until the police station.

Her phone, connected to the car’s Bluetooth, suddenly rang to indicate an

incoming call.

Isabella couldn’t afford to be distracted, so she didn’t even glance at the

caller ID.

The phone continued to ring incessantly as she accelerated while the two

cars closed in on her. The fear of death slowly crept in

Through the rearview mirror, she saw the manic look in the pursuing driver’s

eyes.

She held her breath, reminding herself to stay calm and focus solely on the

road ahead.

Nonetheless, she was most worried about the intersection, fearing that a car

might suddenly rush out. However, with two Hyundai cars behind her this

time, she assumed no other cars would appear.

and the road

floored the accelerator and intended

beam of headlights appeared, and

from her right.

second, their eyes met-the desperate and

driver’s face was

control herself. She instinctively turned

letting out

felt as if her soul had shattered,

a flower

in fear, unable to close

hadn’t

Hyundai aiming at Isabella was rammed by a

car. It spun several times and billowed

on impact.

attempting to rush

cars that followed, and black-clad bodyguards apprehended the

drivers.

her car, witnessed this

to process it. She had narrowly escaped death just

the black modified car and walked towards the

face was cold as he forcefully opened the car door. “Are

dead already?”

to move. She wanted to

tears were streaming

and it made him even more impatient when he

her out but was stunned to see the tears

on her face.

Tsk…

pursed his lips, annoyed. “What are you crying for?!”

but her body wouldn’t obey.

tears flow uncontrollably.

leaned against the car roof and sighed

first. It’s not safe

to speak but only managed to say a few words. “I-I’m sorry,

legs…” she stuttered.

furrowed his brows. “Did you injure them?”

head. “I

tensed briefly. Then, he leaned in to open

condition under the streetlights.