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.

Her drift was flawless-tires barely touching the ground. How on

moment, fighting to contain his excitement,

lightning-fast maneuvers left

seen, Citrine's calm voice broke the silence: "Hold onto the

tone, a spark in her eyes that made Wade almost doubt what he was seeing—his little sister looked positively

was told, Wade

Not even the pounding

Citrine's hands,

brutal weather,

tore down the road

unhindered-until they reached a

had

ten feet of the road had crumbled away, leaving nothing but a sheer drop into

loomed ahead, Wade's face went

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

flinch, Wade pressed on, "If we fall, we could

flashed him a reassuring smile. "Relax, Wade. We're not going to die." And with that, she gripped the steering wheel tighter,

she said, clinging to the handle, heart pounding in his