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.

retching, he looked up and was horrified to see Shakira halfway over

to him, "There's a

it was just the two of them there. "Who,

With a safety rope fastened, Shakira skillfully descended the

mountainside.

shattered Porsche lodged in the tree branches, her gaze turning dark. When she finally reached the foot of the mountain and saw Mitchell lying on the muddy path with a gash on his forehead, her heart

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breathed a slight sigh of relief and patted Mitchell's face "Mitchell,

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were shut tight, his face pale, completely unconscious. Without hesitating, Shakira

made a call.

at Snaky Mountain, the police had already set up a barricade

pulling the wrecked Porsche out of the woods, Rebecca couldn't wait any

Finn, and the others hurried to assist Rebecca, who was already sobbing uncontrollably.

tightly and turned her head away. "Mom, please don't do this. Mitchell wouldn't want to see you like

thinking, 'If the

probably in grave

filled with sadness and defeat, as he struggled to hold

looking serious. "I'm very sorry, but we

face, except Yvette, whose expression changed slightly. "My brother wasn't in the car?"

so we can't retrieve any data. The preliminary investigation suggests that the car was going too fast while turning

over.

were no human remains. Mr. Mitchell Nelson likely exited the vehicle after

too sudden, so 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

and said, "Fraser can surely help us

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

that had just ignited in the Nelson residence immediately plummeted into despair. "My son,

poor son!"