Reborn of Kate by Isla Rainfield

Chapter 220 The End of MC

Amid all the chaos in the country, there was this intense moment in a small northern town in Maridonia. An SUV was tearing through the town’s streets like there was no tomorrow, breaking every traffic rule in the book as it tried to shake off its pursuers.

Hot on its tail were two white vans, keeping pace and thrilling the chase scene.

The guy driving the SUV? Total panic mode. He kept glancing at the rearview mirror, clenching his jaw hard, with a look in his eyes that screamed, “I am not letting them catch me.”

“Ugh, can’t shake these guys off!” he muttered, frustration clear in his voice.

Despite the heart–pumping chase, the vans weren’t giving up, and neither was the SUV, which kept speeding ahead, making anyone watching do a double–take in surprise.

Luckily, since it’s a small town and hardly bustling with traffic, they avoided what could’ve been a bunch of accidents!

Even though it tried, the SUV couldn’t keep its grip while trying to navigate a turn and ended up slamming into the roadside barrier with a hard “thud” before hitting a tree.

The front end got totally wrecked, and the driver got flung against the steering wheel from the crash, his face smeared with blood.

A bunch of vans skidded to a halt close by, and a group of more than ten people jumped out, each grabbing a bat or something similar, and started moving slowly towards the SUV.

He was pretty

look of slight contempt on his face–good–looking

and

the confused driver was

be Yves, the big boss of MC Studio! At that moment, Yves didn’t have the same air of

he was a mess on the ground, bleeding from his face, and barely

head left him unable to move. “So, you’re the famous Yves from MC? You’re quite the Houdini,” said a young

consciousness slowly returned to him. He looked at the face before him, familiar yet somewhat strange, trying to speak but only

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Finished

*Tsk.”

to talk, motioning to his

another group, “And clean up the accident

time, he spoke fluently in

taking off in one of the vans, while the rest stayed back to deal with the aftermath. Yves was rushed to the hospital, and the young guy bit his lip, eyeing the bright operating room. He pulled out his phone and made a call. As soon as he heard the voice

chickened out, crashed his car, and is