?Chapter 136:


    Tears streamed down her face as she spoke in urgent bursts.


    The driver from the other vehicle eyed her coldly. “You know, your reckless driving could have nearly killed us. Now you expect us to help your friend?”


    Yvonne would not have resorted to pleading if there had been any other option. In her entire life, she had never once begged. Yet, under these circumstances, she was prepared to do whatever it took, even kneel if necessary.


    “Please, I’m begging you. She’s in serious danger. I’ll give you money, anything you want. Just help me!”


    The driver looked at her with disdain and gestured towards his car. “Do you really think my boss cares about your money?” Yvonne’s heart sank into despair. Still, she clung to that faint glimmer of hope and refused to give up.


    She noticed a man in a gray suit nearby, his demeanor calm and authoritative. Without a second thought, she approached him, her bloody hands reaching out. “Sir, please, I’m begging you, save my friend!”


    As she begged for help, tears cascaded down her cheeks, her voice quivering with urgency and her eyes brimming with despair.


    Observing her distraught state and blood-stained hands, the man’s demeanor softened. “What’s the problem here?” he inquired.


    Yvonne quickly exined the situation. “This ident was my mistake, and I ept all responsibility. However, my friend is gravely hurt and unconscious. We need to get her out now!”


    “And where is she?” Andres Garrett asked.


    “She’s trapped in the back seat, and I can’t manage to free her alone,” Yvonne answered. Immediately, Andres approached the damaged vehicle and instructed his driver, “Help her out, now.” His instruction was brief yet authoritative.


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    Overwhelmed with relief, Yvonne expressed her deep thanks, saying, “Thank you, truly, you have no idea how much this means!”


    The driver showed reluctance, muttering, “Sir, they almost caused our deaths, and now we’re expected to help them? That car could blow up any second.”


    Andres gave him a hard stare, his voice icy. “The main goal is to save lives. I need to know—are you helping or not?”


    Left with little choice, the driver approached the vehicle but warned Andres, “It’s not safe for you. Please let me do this.”


    Andres quickly evaluated the situation and decided promptly. “You’ll be too slow on your own. We need to work together.”


    “But what if something happens to you, I’d…”


    Andres cut him off before he could finish, saying, “Just get to the back seat and push her toward the window. I’ll pull her from there.”


    The driver wasted no time following Andres’s orders and quickly got into the car.


    Yvonne, without hesitation, stepped forward. “I’ming too,” she said firmly.


    Together, they carefully helped Rachel over to the window.


    The ss was jagged and uneven from where Yvonne had broken it earlier. Not wanting Rachel to get hurt, Yvonne ced her arms over the sharp edges to protect her friend.


    It was only after Andres safely caught Rachel that Yvonne finally pulled her arms away.


    The smooth skin of her arms was now lined with deep scratches, blood seeping from the fresh wounds. But she didn’t care. What mattered was that Rachel was safe.


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