Chapter 2063


    Arabe had Ynda in a chokehold, the de of her switchde glinting ominously close to her


    heart. "Did I ask for your opinion?"


    Ynda''s airway constricted under Arabe''s grip, leaving her voiceless and gasping for air.


    With Ynda as her shield, Arabe started to back away slowly. One of the goons, sharp as a tack,


    saw his chance. Arabe''s hands were both in front of Ynda—just one good shot to her hands, and


    Ynda would be free!


    With this in mind, he squeezed the trigger, but Arabe was quick. She dodged, and in a vicious move,


    shed Ynda''s arm with the knife.


    "Don''t test my patience," Arabe warned, her tone icy.


    Enraged and in pain, Yndashed out at the gunman. "Can''t you shoot straight? You trying to get


    me killed?"


    The gunman hung his head in shame. He hadn''t expected Arabe to react so quickly.


    "The woman''s in the car," another minion reported.


    "The keys," Arabe demanded.


    The goon threw the keys to Arabe, who caught them effortlessly. She mmed Ynda against the


    car''s hood, the knife sinking into her left thigh—a revenge for Mya.


    Ynda screamed, her body arching in agony.


    Arabe hopped into the car. She put it in reverse, peeling back with such force that her henchmen


    couldn''t get a clear shot at her without risking hitting Ynda.


    It wasn''t until Arabe had created a safe distance and swung the car around that Ynda was flung


    from the hood.


    The goons rushed to help her up. After all, Ynda hadn''t paid them their final installment yet; they


    didn''t want her dying on them so soon.


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    "What are you all waiting for? Get that bitch!" Ynda screamed, her anger boiling over.


    Several minions hopped into their cars and gave chase.


    Bullets pelted Arabe''s ride.


    In the back seat, Edith, barely conscious, forced her eyes open. She saw Arabe wipe a trickle of


    blood from her lips, her knuckles white and strained against the steering wheel.


    Tears blurred Edith''s vision. She felt responsible for Arabe''s plight.


    Anyone else would''ve abandoned her to save themselves.


    But Arabe hadn''t forgotten her. Despite her own wounds, she was still determined to take her maid


    with her.


    Out on the open wastnd, Arabe''s car led the chase, with seven or eight white cars in relentless


    pursuit, bullets tagging the body of her car.


    A violent cough shook Arabe, and she spat out another mouthful of blood.


    Pain tore through her nerves and sanity, Arabe''s car swerved, slowing from its initial breakneck


    speed.


    Everyone knew she was on herst legs.


    They floored the gas pedal, bullets raining even more furiously onto Arabe''s silver car.


    Behind the wheel of the Bugatti sat a man of regal coldness.


    Was she injured?


    Behind her, a pack of white cars was giving chase.