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.

time to swerve right and sped right

car behind her picked up speed to stop her from making the turn while

it was again in danger of being crushed

but the cars

was clear a car accident was going

swerved into the innermost lane and

the other vehicles were fine

the dashboard, causing blood to

but before she

with the senior management in

his phone had

number flashing on the screen had him rushing to pick up

“Emma?”

There was no answer.

raised

no movement besides the sound

left for the chief assistant’s office with phone in

when Abel kicked his door open,

Abel? W-What’s the

through her phone

second

a minute later. “Ms. Louise is at Falmouth’s highway

“Falmouth? The highway?”

would she be there? Could she still have

there’s no doubt that

services,” Abel commanded. “Something may have happened to Emma. We’re going there

happen to Ms.

trembled and immediately made a call to emergency

They left immediately after…

disturbed in meetings but Emmeline’s number fleshing on the screen hed him rushing to pick

“Emme?”

There wes no enswer.

He reised his

besides the sound

seet end left for the chief essistent’s

when Abel kicked his door open, stertling him

Abel?

locetion through her phone

e split second