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.

ground. How on earth

profile for a moment, fighting to contain his

of lightning-fast maneuvers left Wade

just seen, Citrine's calm voice

hint of excitement in her tone, a spark in her eyes that made Wade almost

he was told, Wade gripped

to its limits. Not even the pounding rain or swirling wind could slow

a treacherous mountain road, but under Citrine's hands,

the brutal

tore down the road

unhindered-until they reached a

had

ten feet of the road had crumbled away, leaving

the broken road loomed ahead, Wade's face went

we should stop

flinch, Wade pressed on, "If we

going to die." And with that, she gripped the steering wheel tighter, her

protest. He just did as she said, clinging to the handle, heart