Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Isaac immediately came to and climbed into the driver’s seat.

He knew Sabrina was an amazing woman. But on that day, he understood just how tough and exceptional she really was.

And with that, the car was under Isaac’s control. There was blood all over him as it splattered when he sat on the seat.

“M-Ms. Hayes, do we stop to get rid of t-this body?”

“Why are we stopping for that? Just open the door and kick him out! I’m telling you, if you stop now, we’ll both be eaten alive!” Sabrina scolded with what energy she had left while covering her stomach.

Isaac saw how weak she was at the moment from the rearview mirror and decided to zip it.

He puffed up his chest and opened the door. It took a few tries, but he eventually kicked the body out of the moving vehicle.

What’s going on? Who was that driver? Who’s on to us?

After the body was disposed of, the two did not talk for a long time. The tension in the car could drive someone mad.

However, it was not over. Not long after they got rid of the body, they heard the sound of a roaring engine getting close.

Soon enough, two black cars appeared in the rearview mirror, charging straight at them like wolves giving chase to their prey.

“M-Ms. Hayes…” Isaac got nervous.

“What are you panicking for? You’re a man, for god’s sake. Move over!” Sabrina berated.

her seat again and got ready to climb over to replace

she was a car enthusiast herself. She could even do

she was about to drive in her current condition, Isaac manned

you can, please give Mr. George

but to sit back down and grit her teeth as she

she could do was follow Isaac’s instructions and call the number she

It was said that no one had ever gotten through that number since Solomon left

Pick up, you bastard!

clenched the phone tightly in her

anyone picked up, she heard a loud bang from

“Ms. Hayes!”

the steering

“Ugh…”

grunted at

did not take any

was in severe pain, but he

Sabrina’s eyes turned red.

but Sabrina slowly got up and looked

crash into the traffic island by a pincer

going to do

black holding iron bars and machetes outside were

Hayes, run. I’ll distract