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.

for the perfect time to swerve

to stop her from making the turn while the one in front

looked like it was again in danger of

immediately took a left but the cars continued

clear a car accident was going to happen with the innocent

innermost lane and

vehicles were fine

hit her head against the dashboard,

Abel’s number but before she

was currently in a meeting with the senior

sudden ringing of his phone

flashing on the screen had him rushing to pick up the

“Emma?”

There was no answer.

raised his

no movement besides

his seat and left for the

when Abel kicked his door open,

Abel? W-What’s the

through her phone right

split second before

computer a minute later. “Ms. Louise is at Falmouth’s highway intersection, Mr.

“Falmouth? The highway?”

she be there? Could she still have her head

there’s no doubt that

Abel commanded. “Something may have happened to Emma. We’re

happen to

trembled and immediately made

They left immediately after…

Emmeline’s number fleshing on the screen hed him rushing to pick

“Emme?”

There wes no enswer.

He reised his

wes no movement besides

for the chief essistent’s

kicked his door open, stertling him into

Abel? W-Whet’s

Emme’s locetion through

e split second before responding eloud, “Yes,