The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 656

Even though Jonah had already slowed down, there was nothing he could do to prevent the sudden disaster.

In the next instant, a tree on the right side of the mountain suddenly crashed down, rolling straight toward his car. Just as Jonah tried to accelerate, the tree barreled down the slope and stopped directly in front of him, blocking the road completely.

"Damn it." Jonah slammed his palm against the steering wheel, cursing under his breath.

By now, Citrine had left him far behind. By the time Jonah managed to deal with the fallen tree, she had already vanished from sight.

What Jonah didn't realize was that the moment the tree had toppled in front of his car, he'd already lost the race.

It took everything he had to drag the tree out of the way, and then he stomped on the gas in a desperate attempt to catch up.

Meanwhile, Citrine's expression never wavered as she navigated the treacherous mountain roads. Even when rocks tumbled down or branches crashed in her path, she spotted every obstacle in advance, instantly gauging where the debris would land, and expertly drifted around the falling hazards without missing a beat.

The first time Citrine maneuvered over a fallen log, Wade's eyes went wide with shock.

"Careful, sis.” His voice was thick with worry as he watched her from the passenger seat.

But before he could say more, Citrine pressed the pedal and the car leapt, soaring smoothly over the obstacle.

flawless-tires barely touching the ground. How on earth was she pulling off

watched Citrine's profile for a moment, fighting to contain

next string of lightning-fast maneuvers left Wade

he'd just seen, Citrine's

a spark in her eyes that made Wade almost doubt

he was told, Wade gripped the car's handle

its limits. Not even the pounding rain or swirling

treacherous mountain road, but under Citrine's hands, it felt as

brutal weather,

tore down the road

unhindered-until they reached a

that had

had crumbled away, leaving

loomed ahead, Wade's

panic creeping into his voice, "Citrine, we should stop

pressed on, "If we

to die." And with that,

just did as she