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Chapter <b>442 </b>Targeted
“Stell… Ste… help…”
That one word–<b>help</b><b>–</b>sent a chill <b>down </b><b>Ste’s </b>spine.
Every <b>trace </b>of sleep vanished in an instant<b>, </b><b>shattered </b>by the <b>urgency </b>in Rianne’s <b>voice</b>.
She didn’t <b>hesitate</b><b>. </b><b>“</b><b>Where </b><b>are </b>you? What <b>happened</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
“Rianne? Hello? Hello?!”
But the line had gone <b>dead</b><b>. </b>All she could hear now was <b>chaos</b><b>–</b><b>noise</b><b>, </b>shouting, <b>static</b>. No clue where Rianne <b>was </b><b>or </b>what had happened.
<b>Ste’s </b>heart jumped to <b>her </b>throat<b>. </b>
<b>As </b>she rushed downstairs<b>, </b>she shouted into the phone, “Rianne<b>, </b><b>say </b>something! Don’t <b>scare </b>me! Rianne?! Rianne<b>!</b>”
No matter how she called, no <b>answer </b>came.
Ste panicked. She <b>headed </b>straight for the door.
But the butler intercepted her. “Ms. Ste-”
“Which driver went to pick up Rianne? Where are they? Find out now!” she demanded, her voice sharp with worry.
The butler hesitated, then broke the news<b>. </b>“Ms. Rianne was in a car ident, Ms. Ste.”
Ste froze.
Her breath hitched, disbelief filling her eyes <b>as </b>she stared at him.
<b>“</b>The call just came in. Miss Rianne was in a serious ident.”
“How <b>is </b>she?”
Even as she asked, her hands trembled. The way Rianne sounded on the phone–there was no way she <b>was </b>okay.
“The ident just happened. The driver was unconscious, but he came to and said Miss Rianne passed out. Emergency services have already been called.”
The butler kept it brief<b>, </b>but Ste was already spiraling.
“I’m going to her.“.
“I’ll prepare the <b>car</b>.”
“No need!”
She didn’t have the patience to wait. “Send me their location. Now<b>!</b><b>” </b>
The butler opened his mouth to protest, but Ste was already grabbing a set of keys by the front door.
She ran out without even bothering to throw on anotheryer–just a thin set of loungewear clinging to her frame.
The butler turned and shouted to a maid, “Quick–bring Ms. Ste a coat!”
While giving instructions, he also pulled out his phone to send Ste the GPS coordinates.
A car engine roared outside–Ste had already pulled out of the driveway.
Screech. Vroom-
The sound alone was enough to tell him how <b>fast </b>she was driving.
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He grew even more anxious.
It was <b>snowing </b>out there. Roads would <b>be </b>slippery<b>. </b><b>He </b><b>was </b><b>afraid </b><b>Ste </b>might end up in another ident herself.
Still pulling on his coat, he took <b>the </b>clothes from the maid and rushed outside<b>, </b>simultaneously calling Abraham:
<b>+5 </b>Free Coins
About twenty minutester<b>. </b>
Ste arrived <b>at </b>the <b>crash </b>site. The moment she got out of the <b>car</b><b>, </b>she saw Tempest carefully lifting Rianne into an ambnce<b>, </b>his <b>face </b>full of <b>distress</b>.
Ste rushed over instinctively. “Rianne<b>!</b><b>” </b>
There <b>was </b><b>so </b>much blood….
Just earlier, Rianne <b>had </b>been talking andughing with her over the phone. Now, she <by </b>silently in Tempest’s arms–her <b>face </b>pletely drained <b>of </b><b>color</b>.
Ste’s heart clenched.
Before she could get close, the ambnce pulled away.
The <b>crash </b>scene <b>was </b><b>a wreck</b>.
The <b>car </b>Rianne had been in had its front endpletely crushed. Arge truck had flipped onto <b>its </b>side nearby.
The driver who’d been taking Rianne limped over and bowed his head respectfully. “Ms. Ste.”
Ste stared at him nkly.
“You were driving her?”
He nodded, then pointed behind him. “Yes. The other car was parked over there at first.”
“Parked?<b>” </b>
<b>“</b>Yes. When we pulled out of the intersection, their car suddenly came flying at us,pletely out of control.”
Ste’s eyes widened.
That car had been just sitting there. And then the moment their car pulled out–it crashed into them?
She looked again at the wreckage. Everything about it screamed <i>intentional</i>.
The driver didn’t say much, but he didn’t need to. Ste understood exactly what he meant.
Drivers working for the Dawson family were professionally trained. Their awareness and instincts were sharp–they remembered everything.
If he said the other car had been parked there from the start, then it definitely had.
So the other vehicle had been waiting.
And then hit them deliberately?
That meant this wasn’t just an ident. The only question was<b>–</b><b>was </b>it meant for Abraham?
<b>Or</b>… <i>was </i><i>it </i><i>meant </i><i>for </i><i>Rianne</i><i>? </i>
It couldn’t have been Abraham. If someone wanted to take him out, they wouldn’t have used such a clumsy method.
Which <b><i>meant</i></b><i>… </i>
<i>It </i><b>was </b><b><i>Rianne</i></b>.
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She’d been targeted from the very beginning.
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