Chapter 291
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Chapter 291:
The Audi was about to pull away, and she was about to vanish from my sight again, just like she had three years ago.
“Alpha, the light’s green. Should we…?”
“Ram it.” My voice came out low and rasping, edged with a cold brutality that cut to the bone.
The driver went rigid, his hands shaking on the steering wheel. “What did you say?”
I turned to look at him. “I said, ram it. Don’t let her get away.”
Lianne’s POV:
𝖱𝘦а𝗱 𝗳𝘳𝖾𝘦 n𝘰𝘃e𝗅s 𝗈𝘯 𝗴𝗮𝘭ո𝗈𝘃𝖾𝗅𝗌.𝘤𝘰𝘮
I had no idea what kind of bad luck had befallen me tonight.
The streets of Brinewick were usually quiet after dark, but tonight, red lights seemed to appear at every intersection, as if fate itself were conspiring against me.
I was rushing to pick up Ruby and Tracy from the night market, yet after a dozen red lights in succession, my patience had worn razor-thin.
I stared at the countdown on the nearest traffic light when a violent crash shattered the quiet. The impact jolted me forward, the seatbelt digging sharply into my chest.
Warning lights flashed across the dashboard, bright and urgent.
I exhaled slowly, forcing down the surge of anger, and opened the car door to step out.
“How do you hit someone on such a wide road?” I snapped, my voice cutting, directed at the driver behind me.
The man practically stumbled from his vehicle, panic etched into his every movement. “I-I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention! Please forgive me! I’ll cover all the damages!”
His desperate, almost fawning manner left no room for my anger to take hold.
I circled to the back of my car to assess the damage, and it was worse than I had expected.
The rear of my black car was heavily scarred, a deep dent marring the side.
I reached for my phone, intending to call my insurance company, but the driver’s alarmed expression stopped me.
“Miss, please, don’t involve insurance! Can we settle this privately? I’ll pay you double. Just give me your contact information, and I’ll transfer the money to you immediately!”
I furrowed my brows at his words and extended a business card toward him.
As his fingers closed around it, my peripheral vision caught the shadowed backseat of his car.
The windows were coated in dark tint, concealing the occupant entirely. All I could discern was the outline of someone broad-shouldered. The figure never stirred, not even lowering the car window slightly, yet an immense pressure radiated from them.
That familiar sensation was like a thin, tightening thread wrapping sharply around my chest.
Instinctively, I stepped forward, straining to get a better view of the shadowed figure.
“The money has already been sent!” The driver hurried to block my path, cutting off my line of sight entirely.
At that moment, my phone chimed. Glancing down, I saw that fifty thousand dollars had been transferred directly into my personal account.
“This is far too much. Fixing my car shouldn’t cost more than twenty thousand,” I said, frowning at him.
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