The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 248 A Sliver of Hope

Chapter 248 A Sliver of Hope.

Just a few meters below the riverside road was a rushing current a long, turbulent river.

The men surrounding James‘ car clearly hadn’t expected him to be so reckless, to actually drive straight off the edge like he had nothing left to lose.

He had destroyed their playgroumil, their golden goose. Their hatred ran deep. They didn’t just want him dead–they needed proof. A body.

Soon, they jumped out of their cars and scrambled along the riverbank, disappearing into the darkness to check whether he had survived.

“Sir, about a mile ahead, there’s a small path that leads down to the river, Can you please drive me there? I’ll pay you an extra ten thousand.”

Now that she’d calmed down a little, Lily turned urgently to the rideshare driver.

She knew she couldn’t head down to the river from where James had gone over–those men were dangerous. If she ran into them, she wouldn’t be saving anyone. She’d be marching straight to her death.

She only had one chance.

She had to gamble.

Gamble that James had somehow survived the crash. That he’d escaped from the car and was floating downstream with the current.

If she could cut ahead and intercept him, maybe she could pull him to shore. Help him escape. Help him

live.

She knew the odds were close to zero. Surviving a plunge like that, escaping a submerged car–it was almost impossible.

she had no

right into the lion’s den.

believe in that

a sliver of

a hundred thousand if you want. Please,

was afraid the driver would

me,” the man

heavy

people depend on you… you get scared. I

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small path”

Lily’s heart sank.

down to the river. Hearing his refusal made her

But she understood,

that the driver didn’t want to get caught in their crosshairs–and drag his family down with

an extra thousand as a tip. “Okay. Just take me to that

called the police, then Ashton

phone, the car was

waste

ready to sprint downhill–when the driver called out,

handed her a lighter sealed in

then went over a cliff into the river… chances are.” He trailed

couldn’t bring himself to

the river. Nobody lives there anymore, but there used to be a small village behind it. I went there when I was a kid–middle school, I think. We camped, messed around. I even spent a night in