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    Eloise and Chloe sat frozen, drenched in cold sweat. Their bodies trembled, their clothes clinging to them, soaked through. They opened their mouths to speak, but no words came. Their minds were still nk, reeling from the shock. Wide-eyed,


    Eloise and Chloe stared out the car window, their gazes vacant and unfocused—caught somewhere between disbelief and dyed fear.


    Christina exhaled slowly, steadying herself before turning to check on them.


    Her voice was softer now, full of concern. “Are you two okay? Did you get hurt?”


    Eloise blinked a few times before whispering, “I… I think I’m okay.”


    “I’m okay, too,” Chloe said with a shaky nod.


    As the adrenaline slowly ebbed, the weight of what had just happened began to settle on Eloise and Chloe. It felt as though their souls—shocked out of their bodies moments earlier—were finally returning. For the first time since the near collision, they’d felt they could finally breathe again.


    “That scared the life out of me!” Chloe whispered, her voice trembling. “I really thought that was it.”


    Eloise didn’t respond right away. She was still shaking, her hands clenched in herp. The memory of the truck barreling toward them shed in her mind like a nightmare on repeat. She had truly believed it was the end. In that terrifying moment, her entire life had shed before her eyes.


    “We were so close,” Eloise murmured, her voice still unsteady. “Just a hair’s breadth away from dying.” She turned to Christina, her eyes filled with gratitude. “If it weren’t for your quick reaction, we might not have made it.”


    Chloe chimed in, her gaze fixed on Christina in awe. “Seriously, you were like a real-life superhero. So collected and cool. I really admire you!”


    Christina gave a small smile. “I’m d we’re safe,” she said. “I just hope the truck driver made it, too.” Without wasting another second, she pulled out her phone and called for an ambnce.


    Meanwhile, at the Scott Group headquarters, Edwin burst into the CEO’s office, his steps rushed and face pale with urgency.


    Startled by the sudden intrusion, Dn looked up from his desk, brows furrowed in irritation. “What the hell’s gotten into you?” He’d been on edge all day, unable to shake a sense of dread that clung to him like fog. His mood had grown more restless by the hour.


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    Edwin hesitated, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to form the words.


    “It’s bad. Really…”


    Dn’s gaze sharpened, his expression turning cold.


    Edwin swallowed hard under the pressure. “Ch—” he started but quickly corrected himself. “Miss Jones was just in a car ident!”


    “What?” Dn shot up from his seat,pletely stunned. He didn’t wait for Edwin to speak another word before grabbing his ck jacket and heading for the office door.


    “Mr. Scott! Please wait!” Edwin hurried to keep up.


    Dn’s brows furrowed, concern etched on his face. “Which hospital is Christina at? Are her wounds serious?”


    Dn knew Calvin had already returned to Lorbridge, making the task of securing his treatment more difficult. Even if Calvin agreed to help, a significant amount of time would be wasted on the journey before any immediate medical treatment could begin. All he could do now was hope Christina’s injuries weren’t too severe.


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