Chapter <b>522 </b>
<b>“</b>Ms. Miller<b>, </b>I’ve done everything you asked, the man said.
<b>“</b>But<b>… </b>there’s still no definitive evidence. I can’t gain the upper hand. Now Trevor is also out of our sight. If he sues me…”
“Don’t panic.” Aubree hadn’t even finished her sentence. Then, a blinding sh, followed by the screech of brakes tearing through the night. <b>Two </b>cars collided violently.
“There’s been an ident! Call 911<b>!</b><b>” </b>someone shouted.
“Call an ambnce! Someone’s been pulled out… I don’t think they’re breathing!”
“So much blood… Who <b>is </b>this<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“Breaking news. A traffic ident urred on Maple Road tonight, involving a collision between two vehicles. Four people <b>were </b>injured, two of whom died at the <b>scene</b>. The identities of the deceased are still under investigation…”
Far away in the Wilson family home, Carmen smiled as she saw Aubree’s <b>face </b>sh <b>across </b>the phone <b>screen</b>.
Being carried out on a stretcher, <b>covered </b>in so much blood. Even <b>if </b>she’s not dead, she’s hanging by a thread, Carmen thought.
She smirked. ‘Aubree, Aubree, after all you did for Trevor, in the end, you ended up dying because of him. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to take credit for all your good deeds. I won’t let your hard work go to waste!‘
Meanwhile, Trevor was <b>so </b>happy when he saw the news that he popped open a bottle of champagne to celebrate.
If only that crash had killed both Aubree and Sophia. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how much trouble that would save.
Meanwhile, at Turner Group, Bowen’s office lights were still on. Recently, Alvin had gained his father’s support and rallied many shareholders to the boardroom, causing him a lot of trouble.
Bowen’s hand slipped, his pen tearing through the paper. Suddenly, his chest ached sharply.
Kelvin burst in, panicked. “Mr. Turner, Miss Miller was in an ident, a car crash.
“What?” Bowen’s vision went dark. He had to grab the desk to stay upright. “Where is she now? Take me to her!”
“Mr. Turner, please don’t panic. We don’t have clear info yet. It might not be her…” Kelvin tried to calm him down while quickly arranging transportation.
When Bowen arrived at the hospital, the medical staff were running back and forth. He grabbed one of them. “The patients from the Maple Road ident. Where were they sent?”
The nurse paused, nced at him curiously. “The dead are being taken <i>to </i>the morgue. The injured are in surgery. Who are you looking for?”
Bowen’s eyes were bloodshot, his face pale. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
The nurse, a bit impatient, nced down at her clipboard. She looked up just in time to see a stretcher being pushed their way. She pointed, “Two people died on Maple Road, a man and a woman. The man’s already in the morgue. This is the woman.”
Bowen’s grip loosened. Trembling, he looked toward the stretcher being pushed closer. At the time of the crash, Aubree and Sophia were in the back seat. The driver and the other car’s driver were both men. So this female body…
Kelvin couldn’t stand it anymore. “Mr. Turner, just look for yourself.”
Bowen replied, “I’ll do it.”
He took one shaky step after another toward the stretcher. His outstretched hand trembled like someone with Parkinson’s<b>. </b>The nurse, thinking he was a family member, didn’t stop him. “My condolences<b>.” </b>
“Such a young girl, pretty too. What a shame.”
“So unfortunate.<b>” </b>
Bowen lifted a corner of the white cloth, revealing a delicate hand beneath. A single tear fell. All of this happened so fast.
Before he could fully lift the sheet<b>, </b><b>a </b>clear voice called out from behind him, “Bowen, what are you doing?<b>” </b>
He asked, “You’re okay<b>?</b>” All the strength drained from his body. He nearly copsed as he turned around. He saw the person he longed for standing there<b>, </b>safe and sound.
And just like that, he cried harder. His <b>eyes </b>were like broken faucets, tears streaming uncontrobly.
Kelvin also teared up, stunned and overwhelmed with relief. Just moments ago, Bowen looked like a widower. The grief <b>was </b><b>real </b>Kelvin also thought for sure that the body belonged to Aubree.
<b>“</b>Well, I’m notpletely fine.” Aubree joked, pointing at her crutch. “Broke a leg.”
She then tapped her head<b>. </b><b>“</b>Mild concussion. Bowen, <b>are </b>you in shock? I clearly look <b>very </b>injured. Shouldn’t be hard to tell!”
Before she could finish teasing, Bowen pulled her into <b>a </b>tight embrace<b>. </b>The crutch ttered to the floor. Kelvin said emotionally, “So d you’re okay, Miss Miller.”
<b>Bowen </b>didn’t <b>say </b>a word. He just held her tightly, his body still trembling.
Aubree froze, then <b>slowly </b>smiled and returned the hug. “I’m okay now, Bowen. <b>Maybe </b><b>I </b>lived such a miserable life that fate decided to cut me a break. The car hit the driver’s side. I <b>was </b>sitting in the safest spot.”
She continued. “The two people who died <b>were </b>Sophia and the other driver. The driver chauffeur is still in surgery. I just broke a leg and got <b>a </b>
concussion<b>.</b><b>” </b>
“Then why did the news<b>….</b><b>” </b>Kelvin was confused. The information they received had been vague.
Aubree scratched her head. “Well, I don’t think it was an ident. I don’t know how many people <b>were </b>involved behind the scenes, but clearly, someone wanted me dead. So I didn’t expect to scare you both before catching the culprit.”
Bowen, finally calmer, released her from the hug and looked <i>at </i>her with a grim expression. From Aubree’s angle, he looked not pleased.
Bowen asked, “A broken leg? How many legs do you have to spare that you can say it like it’s nothing?”
He flicked her forehead. She winced, eyes tearing up.
He continued, “Mild concussion? You think that’s not serious? Why aren’t you in a hospital room resting? Running around like this?”
Aubree came to tell him she was okay, so he wouldn’t panic. That was all.
Aubree was about to fire back with a retort. But when she saw his tear–streaked face, she fell silent.
She apologized, “Sorry. I made you worry.”
Bowen knew she was smart and strategic. She usually had everything under control. But no matter how capable she was, she was still human. idents happen.
His heart grew heavy, and that impulse he’d been suppressing finally broke through. He could help her deal with the Wilson family. She was already making enough waves as it was, But he was scared that one day, the Wilson family would strike back. He just wanted to keep her safe somewhere, somewhere that would finally put his mind at ease.
Bowen’s face went through a storm of emotions before he finally swept Aubree up into his arms. “Which room is yours? Next time, don’t make me worry like this again.”
He added, “I’ll find out the truth behind this ident. If you want your condition kept secret, I’ll make sure the public only hears that Aubree might have died in the crash.”
Aubree smiled. “I have a good idea who it was. Trevor must’ve been pushed too far. Sophia’s death will also be troublesome.”
She wanted the public to think she was dead. Not only to catch the real mastermind, but also to keep Trevor from realizing Sophia was gone.
This secrecy wouldn’tst long<b>. </b>She needed to act fast. Time to consider making <b>a </b>move on Kate directly