The True Heiress's Return

Chapter 132

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The toll booth girl was briefly surprised, then shyly covered her face, "Oh, is it that obvious I'm drained." Shakira chuckled, "Miss, you're very pretty. I saw the duty schedule through the window."

The girl turned to glance at it and immediately felt relieved, "Oh, that's why. I was on duty last night."

Shakira nodded, swiped her phone a couple of times, and showed a photo of Mitchell. "Do you remember if this guy drove a Porsche through here late last night?"

Almost immediately, the girl exclaimed, "That's him."

"Last night he asked us for directions to Snaky Mountain. That place is tricky, with too many curves and it's really narrow. Plus, it was foggy last night. We advised him to wait till daylight to go up there, but who knows if he listened," She added. Shakira's eyes darkened. She thanked him, hit the gas, and sped away.

Meanwhile, the Nelson family also received news from Fraser about tracking Mitchell's last location after exiting the highway. They all drove from Crescentville to catch up.

Following the GPS, Shakira arrived at the base of Snaky Mountain. Below, the forest was thick. Looking up, the winding mountain road appeared endless, stretching out of sight.

In the passenger seat, Sean, who couldn't complain anymore, looked up, his legs trembling uncontrollably. "Are we really going up there?"

Shakira didn't say a word, she just floored the gas pedal and zoomed up the mountain.

Sean let out a piercing scream and tightly shut his eyes. All they could hear was the sound of the wind and the loud revving of the engine, like being on a roller coaster.

No one knew how long it took before the car finally came to a stop. Sean didn't hesitate to jump out of the car and vomit, feeling completely disoriented.

Shakira glanced at him, slightly furrowing her brow, tossed him a bottle of mineral water, and then got out to check the area. On the yellow dirt road were two deep skid marks from sudden braking.

"They're dark and haven't been covered by dust yet, so they must be from today." Shakira glanced around and suddenly narrowed her eyes.

As they moved down to a narrow bend, a large chunk of rock was missing, and loose stones were scattered all around. A slight lean over the edge revealed an endless expanse of dense forest below.

horrified to see Shakira halfway over

up and said to him, "There's a rope

widened; it was just the two of them there. "Who, who's going

With a safety rope fastened, Shakira skillfully descended the

mountainside.

Mitchell lying on the muddy path with a gash on his forehead, her

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a slight sigh of relief and patted

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shut tight, his face pale, completely unconscious. Without hesitating, Shakira pulled out her phone

made a call.

at Snaky Mountain, the police had already set up a

Porsche out of the woods, Rebecca couldn't wait any longer. She jumped out of

others hurried to assist Rebecca, who was already sobbing

head away. "Mom, please don't do this. Mitchell

car, thinking, 'If the metal ended

probably in grave

was filled with sadness and defeat, as he struggled to hold back his

looking serious. "I'm very sorry, but we couldn't find

Yvette, whose expression

his head. "The Porsche 911 is severely deformed, and the car's dashcam is damaged, so we can't retrieve any data. The preliminary investigation suggests that the car was going too fast while turning last night and accidentally

over.

found inside the car, and there were no human remains. Mr. Mitchell Nelson likely exited the vehicle after

she quickly changed to a cheerful expression, "Mitchell is so smart. He surely escaped early. Not finding him is the best news!" Rebecca nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, Mitchell is fortunate and definitely got away. It's going

and said, "Fraser can surely help us

and said, "The fall was over a hundred meters in an area with few people. There are frequent reports of wild monkeys, dogs, and boars attacking nearby houses. I'm afraid Mr. Lopez might be... Fraser tried to cushion the news. After all, falling from such a height leaves little chance of survival. Without

ignited in the Nelson residence immediately

poor son!"