The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 653 Bout Between Racers

If Emmeline were an average driver instead of a professional racer, she would’ve crashed and either suffered severe injuries or died.

If Emmeline were an average driver instead of a professional racer, she would’ve crashed and either suffered severe injuries or died.

She made a sharp turn in a nick of time to shift the Bugatti into another lane.

Another car was about to collide with the back but she shifted gears again and allowed it to pass.

That was when a black sedan got in her way.

Another black car collided with the back of the Bugatti.

It shocked her. For two cars to sandwich her this way meant that they were after her!

Sh*t!

Who’s targeting me?

These people are enemies!

The road signs showed that she was still six miles away from the Falmouth intersection.

The number of vehicles in the area dwindled.

For the two cars to trap her so thoroughly meant they wanted something.

Emmeline, relying on her professional racing skills, continued to dodge them with neither being able to keep her in place for long.

They suddenly launched an attack to push the Bugatti toward the concrete barrier in the middle of the highway.

It would be inevitable for the car to flip at such high speeds if she crashed into the barrier.

That would end in a fatal car crash.

Sweat began to bead on her forehead.

The pincer attack clued her in that they were also professional racers whose skills were comparable to hers.

She couldn’t sit back and wait any longer.

She tightened her grip on the steering wheel to look for an opportunity to make her escape.

They were reaching the end of Falmouth’s highway.

to swerve right and

making the turn while the one in front of her

like it was again in danger of

a left but the cars continued to

was going to happen

swerved into the innermost lane and hit the

fine

head against the dashboard, causing

number but before she could say anything, she lost

meeting with the senior management

his phone

hated being disturbed in meetings but Emmeline’s number flashing on the screen

“Emma?”

There was no answer.

raised

no movement besides the sound of spinning

seat and left for the chief assistant’s office

kicked

Mr. Abel?

location through

a split second before responding aloud,

nervously looked up from the computer a minute later. “Ms. Louise

“Falmouth? The highway?”

was taken aback. “Why would she be there? Could she still have

there’s no doubt that Ms. Louise is

services,” Abel commanded. “Something may have happened to Emma.

something happen to Ms.

immediately made a call to emergency

They left immediately after…

on the screen hed

“Emme?”

There wes no enswer.

He reised

movement besides the

left for the chief essistent’s office with

Abel kicked his door open, stertling

Mr. Abel? W-Whet’s

through

split second before