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    Kristopher gave a scornful snort. “Are you sure he’s only crossed me and Cathy? Maybe he’s offended others too. Maybe he’s been involved with other women, and you just don’t know about it.”<fnbb7e> Discover more novels at find{n}ovel</fnbb7e>


    Belinda’s brow furrowed in annoyance. Given the urgency of their situation, she refrained from arguing. With a sharp nce, she replied, “Fred would never do such a thing.”


    She turned her attention back to the road, noticing that the number of cars tailing them had increased from one to three. One of these vehicles had a heavily modified front end, designed to withstand damage in a collision.


    The modifications weren’t just aggressive—they were outright illegal, a clear sign that they were dealing with true criminals.


    Belinda’s heart tightened with anxiety. Was Cathy really trying to lead Fred to his ruin? After all, his only mistake was exposing Cathy’s covert operations online—the hiring of an inte troll army to tarnish Belinda’s image.


    As Kristopher navigated the streets swiftly, he handed his phone to Belinda. “Call Marc for backup.”


    The situation had spiraled beyond their control, and they couldn’t handle it alone. Who would have thought that their mission to extract a college student from his dorm would turn into a high-speed chase through city traffic?


    These men in ck weren’t merely trying to capture anyone—they were out for blood.


    With the assants in swift pursuit, pausing now would jeopardize both Kristopher’s life and Belinda’s. Under such dire circumstances, they had no choice but to keep speeding ahead.


    Belinda snatched Kristopher’s phone and hastily dialed Marc’s number. However, before the call could go through, Kristopher’s voice cut through from behind the wheel. “It’s toote!”


    At his words, Belinda froze momentarily, instinctively looking up.


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    To their dismay, they found themselves on a road that ended abruptly. With their vehicle hurtling forward at lightning speed, a crash seemed inevitable, and the thought of the aftermath was unbearable.


    Belinda turned to look at Kristopher, who met her gaze in return. In that brief exchange, a silent understanding passed between them. They knew what they had to do.


    Kristopher cranked the steering wheel to its limit, causing the car to veer sharply to the left, speeding toward the rocks and the beach beside the road.


    The three trailing cars, their drivers’ view blocked by Kristopher’s car, failed to spot the stone barriers in time. Caught off guard by the sudden maneuver, two of the cars crashed into the barriers.


    The driver of the third car, evidently more skilled, quickly understood Kristopher and Belinda’s tactic. He swerved, chasing after them, and eventually mmed into the back of their turning vehicle.


    “Bang!”


    Two ck SUVs collided with the stone barriers, erupting into mes almost immediately. “Bang!”


    The third SUV struck the rear of their car, sending it spinning halfway around before it plunged toward the rocks and the sea.


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