Charlotte coded up tightly in the seat, her whole body trembling in fear.
She had just brushed past death again. At that moment, she could feel that Joseph 11
Joseph truly wanted her dead.
He had opened fire in broad daylight, right in the middle of Jersey City. He really was out of his mind.
Sean stayed calm under pressure.
“They came prepared,” he said quickly, voice low and steady, “Lottle, stay down and don’t move.”
He had underestimated them. <b>Sean </b>thought they had shaken off the tall, but they were still caught, Lottle had nearly been shot,
<b>His </b>jaw clenched<b>, </b>and the cold rage in his eyes deepened.
He mmed the <b>gas </b>pedal. The wheel spam under his grip as the car swerved betweennes<b>, </b><b>fast </b>and flulil, narrowly dodging a bullet aimed straight at the driver’s
Bang!
The shot hit the rearview <b>mirror</b>, ss shattered instantly, shards flying through the cabin.
The impact sent Charlotte lurching side to side, her body mming against the car <b>door </b>and seat.
Two cars chased closely behind the Bugatti. One was a ck Aston Martin, the other a silver Porsche 918. Both were gaining fast, clearly trying to box them in
In the passenger seat of the Porsche, a man held a high–powered sniper rifle. It was the same weapon that had just fired those deadly rounds.
Sean slowed down slightly. With one hand on the wheel, he reached to the side and pulled out a handgun, <b>loading </b>it in one smooth motion. He neverpt guns in <b>his </b>car but this one was for Joseph specifically
As the Aston Martin pulled up to match the Bugatti’s speed, Sean suddenly dropped his speed just enough to line up next to it.
In the split second they were side by side, <b>Sean </b>raised his gun and fired. The bullet shot cleanly through the window gap.
A hole appeared in the Aston Martin’s ss. The passenger seat was empty and the bullet hit the driver.
The car immediately veered off course, mming into the guardrail on the right.
Its front end crumpled on impact. The metal barrier twisted from the force, and ck smoke started pouring from under the hood.
The Porsche, now trailing behind, slowed down–rattled by the <b>chaos</b>. The driver had clearly lost focus
Sean didn’t waste the opportunity. One hand still on the wheel, he turned and fired several shots toward the rear.
The bullets pierced the Porsche’s windshield. Panicked, the driver jerked the wheel,
He wasn’t nearly asposed as <b>Sean</b>. The Porsche fishtailed violently before smashing through the left guardrail and plunging off the edge of a cliff. Charlotte, still pressed t against the seat, didn’t see any of it.
She had felt the car slow down for a moment, then heard loud crashes outside–one car must have hit something.
But she didn’t lift her head.
The chaos outside was terrifying, but the stayed still like she had been told, not daring to move an inch.
The Bugatti finally pulled abrad, leaving the attackers <b>far </b>behind.
Once they were
were safely out of range and the <b>road </b>stretched empty ahead of them, Sean finally <b>eased </b>off the <b>gas </b>
“We’re <b>good</b>,” he said. “Lottle, you can sit up now.”
Charlotte slowly pushed herself upright.
Sean Inwered the speed even more and nced sideways at lies
Her face had gonepletely <b>pale</b>, <b>eyes </b>wide with lingering fear. She was clearly shaken<b>. </b>
Her voice trembled as she asked, “Was that Josephi Ford himself?=
Sean shook his head. “Not yet. He’s probably not ready to show up in person. The guy with the title–he’s likely one of Joseph’s mercenaries from Antis. You need special training to use a weapon like that.”
Charlotte was still rattled, cold sweat soaking herback.
“He’s Insane,” she whispered.
Sean’s voice softened with guilt. “I’m sorry, Lottic. I dragged you into this again.”
“Maybe, maybe it’s time to start taking Mr. Riley’s advice seriously,” sean thought.