<h4>Chapter 817: Chapter 817: We’ll Be Fine</h4>


    She felt that the fallen leaves spread across the ground resembled the pits that hunters dig in the wild, covered with ayer of leaves to lure their prey into falling inside.


    "I find this road pitch-ck and quite terrifying; we should take another route." It’s often said that a woman’s sixth sense is strong, and although there might be no scientific exnation, Scarlett’s intuition was usually spot-on.


    Matthew Saxonughed at her, "So, you’re afraid of the dark. I’ll drive faster then."


    Just as he finished speaking, suddenly, his expression changed.


    This time, it was Scarlett’s turn to ask him, "What is it?"


    Matthew didn’t say anything, but his expression underwent a noticeable change, "Hold on tight."


    Almost as soon as he said those words, Scarlett felt the car shoot forward like an arrow released from a bowstring.


    Matthew suddenly elerated, and because the speed picked up so drastically, Scarlett lunged forward suddenly, only to be snapped back by her seatbelt.


    Beads of cold sweat broke out on her forehead in shock.


    Before she could even voice the questions swirling in her mind, she noticed that, without knowing when it started, a car was tailing them.


    That car was also speeding tremendously, clearly not just a passerby.


    After catching a glimpse of the ck Volvo tightly following them in the rearview mirror, Scarlett finally realized where her unease had stemmed from.


    "Watch out, there’s a car ahead!" Just as Matthew’s car raced forward at full speed, another ck Volvo suddenly surged from the front.


    The two cars, one in front and one behind, were closing in, about to crash when Matthew swerved the car onto another road.


    This road was heading to the outskirts.


    Once out of the city, it became even more dangerous.


    But now, it seemed like there was no choice; taking this road was the only way to shake off those two cars behind them.


    Scarlett suddenly understood; the purpose of those two Volvos was likely to do just that, to force Matthew’s car out of the city through a pincer movement. Then, they could make their move in the outskirts.


    If she guessed correctly, perhaps they had already set up an ambush outside the city, merely waiting for Matthew to take the bait.


    With that thought, Scarlett broke out in a cold sweat, tightly gripping the seatbelt mped onto her, and voiced her concerns to Matthew, "There might be an ambush outside the city, going out there could be very dangerous."


    Matthew drove as though he was flying.


    Right after Scarlett finished speaking, she mped her mouth shut tightly, clutching her chest.


    She felt like her heart was about to burst out, beating with an extremely abnormal rapidity.


    Matthew’s face was stern, yet his eyes held no trace of fear or worry. After executing arge, sweeping turn to distance them from the pursuing car, he coollyughed, "I’ve been waiting for their ambush."


    What?


    Scarlett, rattled by his sudden, swift maneuver, gasped heavily, grasping her chest, looking at him in bewilderment.


    With trembling hands, she rummaged through her bag and pulled out her phone, "I have to call the police; they’lle to save us."


    Matthew snatched the phone from her.


    Without offering much exnation, he simply said, "We’ll be fine."


    "But..." Whatever Scarlett wanted to say got drowned out by her scream.


    Because what followed were a series of sharp turns from Matthew, with the car’s speed causing sparks to fly off the wheels as they screeched against the ground, making a loud crackling noise that left herplexion deathly pale.