Sold To a Handsome Trillionaire by Wanda Lowe

Chapter 388 Slow Down! We’re Going to Crash!

Caroline instinctively took several steps back, thinking the car would slow down. But instead, the engine roared as it picked up speed, racing straight toward her before screeching to a sudden stop.

“Screeech”

The tires burned against the pavement, filling the air with the sharp, acrid scent of rubber.

What the hell! Who drives like this? Do they have a death wish?

Before she could react, the driver’s door swung open, and she found herself staring at David’s familiar, striking features.

Of course, it was him.

His face was stone–cold, his jaw tight, his mood clearly foul.

“David?”

“Get in.” His voice was clipped, and his eyes were unreadable.

She hesitated. Why is he here? And why did he show up right after Cameron left?

After spending time with Cameron’s effortless charm and composed demeanor, David’s overwhelming presence felt almost suffocating.

How could two men from such similar worlds be so fundamentally different?

in,” David repeated impatiently. “Caroline, are

“Oh… okay.”

of passersby, she climbed into the passenger seat without another word. Thank God this is

and reached for her seatbelt,

thunderous vroom, the

forward, her heart hammering in her chest. “What the h*ll, David! Are you trying to kill me?”

just how I drive.”

reckless speeds. He wove between cars with

he was

both hands, her face

even dare to blink–if they crashed, she wanted to

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Slow Down! We’re Going to

Finally…

down!” Caroline’s voice was strained.

He ignored her.

Finished

valuable–this isn’t some reckless

drenched her

even count how many times they had almost collided with another car. Every time she thought this was it. David would slam the brakes at the last possible moment, narrowly avoiding disaster–only

to feel hopeless.